On to the music portion of the show! I had occasion to join in with my band, The Vintage Find this weekend. We played at the Owl Fest in Northern California. The Owl Fest is a homegrown mainstay festival for Sacramento folks and bands, and I’ve played it three times Read More …
I was in trouble at school. My parents were mad, I was deep in the throes of figuring out how to cut school with no consequences and it wasn’t working as planned at all. I’m sure it was gut-wrenching for my mom and dad trying to figure out how to Read More …
I left California in the spring of 1984 to go to Arkansas where my dad lived. I had a little gray BMW 2002, a guitar, some clothes, and some money and a keen desire to be gone from my life as it was. I played music at the town square Read More …
My dad retired and moved to Northern Arkansas in the early eighties. He was diabetic and it was causing problems which gradually got worse in the next six or seven years. I was at his place in 84, I think, for the summer. He was playing music and enjoying himself, Read More …
I took a vacation once and my wife and I dropped off the babies at Grandma’s and we took off in the car. We had no destination in mind, just a week off and a drive. We headed north on I-5 and drove. We stopped in Medford, Oregon and had Read More …
I heard my uncles, aunts, and various others from the generation before mine telling me and everybody else how all the new music was going to destroy the world, it was hard on the ears, had stupid lyrics, and dumb harmonies, and the music was just awful. They were talking Read More …
Someone posted something on one of the favorite social media threads and asked if Jimi Hendrix was more universally respected than all others as a musician. I don’t know about universally but I have little or no respect for him as a human. While he may have been a good Read More …
“Privilege.” It is, but not really, a privilege. In nine point nine out of ten cases, proved in an international study I did, “privilege” is a dirty name for someone. The one percent? That’s the rich… and they are… they know it…hope you understand it and don’t care if you Read More …
I was driving down Roseville Rd. into Sacramento a few days ago. There is a stretch of that road where it is a two-laner and it goes under a freeway overpass in a corridor where there are no houses or stores or any settled area next to either side of Read More …
My family moved into a brand new tract of homes in the suburb town of Lakewood, Colorado. I was six years old. The neighborhood was so new there were houses being built and sold all around us and the local elementary school wasn’t finished being built. So the kids in Read More …