With a RIP to the wonderful Harry Dean Stanton, who once sat 2 feet away and sang Georgia on My Mind to me, at 2:00 am in the Viper Room on a Los Angeles summer night, and then left behind a big fresh glass of vodka and grapefruit juice for me to drink:
Georgia on My Mind.
I only wish I knew of gca back then; someone might've got me onto Riviera the next morning. That would've been sweet!