I truly love the band Chicago, especially the progressive rock era of the 1960s and 1970s when Terry Kath was a dominant force. But I really cringe at much of their later “power ballad” work, where Peter Cetera was given far too much leash and unfortunately softened the band’s direction. Chicago’s epic horn section suddenly took a considerable back seat, and the band was seemingly no longer the powerhouse it had been before.
This song is from the dawn of those dark days, where the horns (trombone and flugel, I think) get a whole 8 (yes, eight) bars to play in the coda. I didn’t have the patience or interest to count all of those bars of rest, so instead, I’ve marked the rest in minutes and seconds.
Transcribed by me and free for you to use.
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