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Kearney, Grams & Bronsdon had a blast with swing dancers at Phoenix's New Year Swing Jam
with Frankie Manning, the Sin City Swing Exchange in Vegas, and a hundred other events.
I think we probably had the most fun, though, at a handful of the regular Thursday nights we had
at Boondocks, or even one or two of the corporate/wedding gigs where we played stellar music
despite being, as Steve calls it, "snot-slingin' drunk". Well, me and Steve were, anyway. Still, Brenden
almost always managed to have as much fun as the burnouts he had to travel with.
At some point I think we really were on the verge of some kind of commercial success. Typically,
that was the point where somebody had to back off and it happened to be Brenden. After years of
playing a style he was never that crazy about to begin with (but, to be sure, a prodigy at), he
realized that he couldn't meet my ambitions for the group. Steve couldn't either, but he's seen too
many groups come apart to fight destiny. Steve spends enough time keeping his marriage together.
In any case, the swing renaissance was already on it's way out, we had sold a handful of CDs from
coast to coast here in America and even a few in Europe -- our only distribution with CDBaby.com
and word-of-mouth -- and that was that.
So I left my home in Tucson, Arizona for some California grass.
It took a while, but I finally found a dealer who could compete. Thanks, Scarecrow.
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