Reprinted from yesterday's late editions.

Any resemblance between the original Flying Burrito Brothers and the band of that name that sold out the first of two shows at the Cellar Door Monday night is purly coincidental.

The outfit that, more than any other, fused country and rock music, was led by two pure talents: Chris Hillman and Gram Parsons. Later incarnations became farm teams for present-day major leaguers Rick Roberts of Firefall and Bernie Leadon, late of the Eagles.

Only pedal-steel player "Sneaky" Pete Kleinow remains of any of those aggregations to carry on the Burrito name.

Since the exit and subsequent death of Parsons and the loss of Hillman to Manassas. Souther-Hillman-Furay and a solo career, the Burrito loyalists have wavered but never left completely. This was evident Monday night as the crowds clapped and shouted throughout the set.

The present day Burritos are not bad. Tunes like "White Line Fever," "Six Days On the Road" and "Devil in Disguise" pale when compared to the originals, but the band does a mean "Johnny B. Goods," and guitarist Bobby Cochran is a solid blues man.

"Baby - Take A Whiff on Me" was also a highlight, blending rock with some tight vocal harmonies for a pleasing mix. Cochran joined Steppenwolf after their prime but now seems to be a leader of the new, new Burritos.

Kleinow can still pick with the best and drummer Mickey McGee and bassist Thad Maxwell, both former backups for Linda Ronstadt, along with fiddler-guitarist Gib Gilbeau, are able if not exceptional.

These Flying Burrito Brothers are entertaining and exciting in spots. But, they're not really the Flying Burrito Brothers.