I was in Santa Monica a couple of weeks ago and my friend Rudy and I grabbed a couple of beers at some downtown bar. When we left, we heard this guy playing La Bamba on a bench outside. When we asked him to play another song, he gave us this peppy rendition of an old Otis Redding tune. He introduced it as one of those “old American Corn Flakes songs.” I’m not sure what that means, but I like it. (Stick with this song until he gets into the: “Looks like, nothing’s gonna change…” That part’s extra solid.