The Worst Example of Elevator Music . . . EVER!

Several years ago I heard this song over the speakers in some place I don't remember now. It may have been the old Meier and Frank in downtown Portland (now a Macy's) and it may have been in an actual elevator. Hell, it could have been anywhere, but once I finished scratching my head and managed to identify the song I was appalled. The funkiest band ever . . .  the fathers of East Bay Grease . . . reduced to pablum, complete with violins, cellos, oboes, bassoons, clarinets and flutes - and probably a glockenspiel. Just try to picture that orchestration as you listen to this, from San Francisco's Winterland in 1973.