A little while after I got out of the doghouse for quitting the marching band and lying about it, a piece of mail came advertising the spring semester of credit and non credit courses at community college of philadelphia. My mom was going through it and saw a class called Beginning Guitar. It was a… Continue reading Community College Kolber
I hadn’t told my parents that i quit the marching band. I had just quit the wrestling team a few weeks earlier and had to listen to a long lecture about seeing things through from my dad, who quit school in the middle of the 10th grade. What the fuck should he care if I… Continue reading Busted
My family moved around a lot when I was a kid. By the time I was 13, my mom and I had lived in 6 different places. Some houses, some apartments. Sometimes with my father or my stepdad, sometimes not. Sometimes with a grand mom and some aunts and uncles, sometimes just the 2 of… Continue reading D’Agostino
There were a lot of really talented musicians at my high school. I wasn’t one of them. Ron Dionisio, for instance. Very talented tenor sax player. He was very proficient, played with a lot of confidence, flavor and fun. Jared Cannon was another. He was a jazz drummer. He could really kick it. While I’m… Continue reading You know what?! Fuck you people.
While i was in the marching band, I joined the school wrestling team. That didn’t last long. I wasn’t very good at it. I can skate and ride a bike well, but I’m generally pretty terrible at athletics. The assistant coach of the team, Father Howarth, was a sleazy queen who seemed like maybe he… Continue reading Paul Green
I started high school in September of 1987. Because I had been in the junior band program in grade school, I automatically enrolled in the marching band program. The way it worked was, school started at 8:15 AM. Band members were to come at 7:30 for practice. The whole marching band all assembled in the… Continue reading Marching Band
At the end of 1986 we moved, yet again, to a new neighborhood. For the previous 2 years, we lived in an apartment in Castor Gardens, a Jewish neighborhood in Northeast Philly. From there, we moved to Frankford, just a few blocks north of the last stop on the Market-Frankford elevated train line. By some… Continue reading What is Bass?