Al Jarreau 12/3/1940-12/2/17
A group of us went on an ill-fated Xmas trip to Denmark (WA) in 1991 with a mate and his old man. We left on Xmas night and the drive should have taken 4 hours or so. About half way through I was starting to tire of Jamie's old man playing Al Jarreau tapes back to back so I asked if he had anything from the 1990's. The old man snapped. He started shouting about how great Al Jarraeu is, looking over his shoulder at us in the back seat whilst doing 110kms on a wet, single lane country road. I thought that was it, we're going to die and Al Jarreau is going to be the soundtrack for my impending stint in Hell. We didn't physically die but we endured long term mental damage as he persisted with Al Jarreau all the way to Denmark. And the holiday was sh*t. It rained the whole time we were there, the caravan was a clapped out, leaking rust bucket and the annual salmon run didn't arrive until after we had left. F*ck that holiday.