Dear Kenny,
When I lived in New York City, I would often find myself homesick. There, in my obscenely overpriced junior one-bedroom, I would long for the warm sands, open spaces, and 75-minute free parking of Santa Barbara. In these moments of despair, there was one clear and consistent panacea: launching YouTube and typing in your name.
In August 1980, you played a two-day concert at the Santa Barbara Bowl to a gleefully enthusiastic hometown crowd. To my delight, a well produced film of this event exists online, infringing upon god knows how many copyright laws.
