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It's all fake.
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| my Strats. 89 American Standard and an 01 Deluxe American Fat Strat |
I've played music with literally hundreds of musicians over the course of the last 50 years. For every band that had a modicum
so success, there were 10 that just didn't make it. I've many favorite memories and have shared that magical moment with many
wicked talented people. The moment you knew everything was spot on, that we raised the bar another notch, freakin' "nailed
it". I've been lucky to have some former bandmates who had the faith in me, saw potential that I didn't, and made me a better
player. I've also been the band dick. Sometimes there has to be one. Sometimes it was me. Nothing personal, it's cut-throat
when it's business. I been shit-canned too. Lets face it, I'm not a perfect fit everywhere! I got a good old lady who let
me chase all around the beltway and all over the state of Maine to play music. No wife could be more supportive than Laura
when it comes to music. I've retired from performing, not completely by choice but I've made peace with it. When it is no
longer fun, it's time to move on. I've got a lot of great memories and went out with a few feathers in my cap.
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| My Rio Grande Mud days |
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I've always made music a part of my day. I wake up with tunes in my head and walk around humming right outta the sack. I'm
the half crazy old bricklayer singing dirty ditties entertaining the crew while we picked em up and set em down. The guy wallowing
around in the crete regaling the driver with a little David Allen Coe, in my best hillbilly baritone. But, the picture above
makes me smile more than any other memory I can think of. We sang, oh Lord did we sing. It didn't matter where or when, we'd
bust out with one of our favorites!
| Saddletramps |
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| a great little band |
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