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?
Eventually, I got an electric guitar. I feel like I should be able to remember who I got it from, but I can’t. I think maybe I got it from my cousin, Jesse. Or maybe I eventually sold it to him. I can’t remember. I can’t believe that I can’t remember. Here’s what I do… Continue reading Silvertone
Once you have a guitar with all of it’s strings sitting around all the time, a funny thing happens. You find out that everybody’s dad plays the guitar a little. Like, when your parent’s friends (who are also your friends’ parents) come over for a cook out, the dad sees it sitting around, grabs it,… Continue reading Dudes (dads) With Riffs