Much will become obvious as you peruse the pages, but I'll give you a history of critical moments.
Started my Rock Collection in a beach pail hung on the handlebars of my tricycle.
Motorola AM transistor radio was glued to my ear around age 5
After 2 freakish baseball injuries, I was forced to concentrate on a less hazardous career as a guitarist at age 9.
Wired up a 12 volt HO train transformer to a car 8 track player for my first stereo, and had the Motorola surgically removed.
About a week after I hooked up a used turntable to my rig, my old man threw my single of “I can see for miles” in the trash. Desperate to tune my axe, and without anything to play an E chord to, I had no choice but to spin his America album.
Pulled my gear around the block in a 'lil red wagon to jam UMMAGUMMA with my 1st drummer.
Devastating illness struck a week before Led Zeppelin in 77. One day out of the hospital begging my Ma to death before she caved in and let me go. Thanks Mom. Have the stub, and the fake '80 tix also.(Save your money kids-no way it's authentic. Someday I'll post the pictures to prove the scam.)
We got a bass player next year in high school. Better Looking than us, we forced him to sing lead.
Washed dishes on graveyard shift in summer for that guitar I saw Jimmy Page play.
Armed with a real guitar, I was invited to travel in cars with cooler kids, play some parties, and was exposed to (gasp) heavy metal and other unknown elements.
College was a waste except for getting wasted, a Folk Quartet, Acoustic Space Duo, Male Chauvinist Duo, Funked Up Quintet, & 3 POP ROCK bands-all FIZZED out.
Failed on a Star Search Audition, beer commercials, & 3 women.
Many years of slavery to support my rock and roll lifestyle. 4 bar bands along the way - one lasting for 11 years. That's longer than Beatles or Led Zeppelin, kids. Good Times. And we were not gay.
Currently putting together a new band and typing this crap. Right Now, I'm stopping to crap.
See ya on another page or in the local dives, unless you see me first..
