The music was pretty good, too.
When I was in junior high school I played trumpet and worshiped Herb Albert. I formed an imitation "Tijuana Brass" band - a very weak imitation, come to think of it, since it consisted of two trumpets and a piano. As Rumsfeld said, you go to war with the army that you have....
The mother of the other trumpet player, who's real, non-stage name was Elmer Bean, sewed us panchos for our performance before the PTA. Why did I ever agree to this gig? I think we wore sombreros. I got so scared my lips froze up. Mortifying.
I haven't touched a trumpet in 40 years, but my fingers retain the muscle memory for the notes to most Herb Albert songs.
Anyway, this album played a central role in my very early masterbatory life.
Thank you for your time.