Another rock and roll dad with great riffs was Bill Hoover. He was a bass player, the father of my friend, Amy, who lived across the street from my great friend Christian Rock. I was only up in that neighborhood sometimes on weekends or maybe a weekday night here and there. It was just slightly… Continue reading We Should Do Videos!
Mike came around to each person in the class, to have a quick discussion about everybody’s guitars. While he did this, we all looked at the papers he had given us. We filled out our student profile page and gave it to him as he made his rounds and checked out these guitars we came… Continue reading Community College Kolber pt.2
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