
It began with the teengers, we thought. But at the Brass’ debut as Concert artists in San Francisco, we noticed, to our delight, that it’s easier to skin an amoeba than to catalog the “Typical Tijuana Brass Fan.”The teens were there, but so were the “hippies” and the “squares,” the “little old ladies” and the screen starlets, the celebrities and those who make them celebrities. In fact, one admirer, who looked as though he stepped from a page in Esquire, said, “You would think that a lot of these people would be home watching the man who serves the bubbles.”
Herb Alpert, 1965
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