Visions of Jaco

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I’m at Musician’s Exchange in downtown Ft. Lauderdale to see Roy Buchanan with a bunch of friends. We down canned beers in the parking lot and listen to our own bootleg tapes of Stevie Ray Vaughan at the Sunrise Musical Theatre. It’s one of those wide-open, breezy Lauderdale nights that don’t get any better, and you somehow know you’ll remember this night for all-time. And then we hear somebody say something about some crazy shit that went down the other night, something about Jaco Pastorius, and how Jaco was jamming with some local cats right here at Musician’s Exchange, and man was that shit pretty fuckin’ rad. And we’re like holy shit how did we miss Jaco down here at Musician’s Exchange cause we come here all the time. So we make our way over to this other parking lot party and talk about the night they just happen to come upon Jaco Pastorius, one of the greatest bass players of all-time, jamming with a bunch of local South Florida musicians, and how utterly awesome and surreal it was. It can be that way sometimes. Can somebody pass me a can of beer?
The Rock File would like to credit the above photo, so if anybody has any information…
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