Nobody ever expected a lightning strike of muse-tapped creative genius of such epic proportions as this to touch down in a NoCal cowtown with more taverns than stoplights. Yet the four university students, whose innocuous latenight postpub jam session would result in a band like no other anytime anyplace before, tapped said aforementioned muse and absorbed said bolt with nary a singed hair, and so The Rum Diary (aka Cotati Sound Machine) was born.
Have always loved the band from my days out in the bay! Live back in Louisville now and folks here love it when i play it for them
erchint 1 year ago