One of my lives...

Think of me as a cat with nine lives. One of my early lives was playing in a 60's garage band while in high school. Practice was usually in someone's basement, borrowing equipment when you had a "big gig" and hoping to have enough gas money to get you to the next job.

We were lucky, very lucky. In those days we were fairly straight arrows... no drugs, no booze... ah except that incident in Winona with Tom and the Dumbrowski sisters. We had more fun just playing music.

Learning a new song, buy the 45 and listen to it until the grooves were worn out. One time we played a winter dance with the theme "This Magic Moment." We learned this song and played it 10 times that night. At the end of the night we were packing up and found a program and found out we sang the lyrics wrong all night and no one said a word.

My best memories... the band brotherhood, other bands that helped us out, and the fans who loved to dance. If you're playing music and people are rock'n the house, that is what keeps you going.

More to come later... the story of the California orange Chevy van