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
Shortly after the senior citizen center incident, that very same grandmother (I had 4) gave me my first guitar. I was at her house one day and there was a guitar sitting on the porch. That was not at all unusual. There were always different items and objects of all types wherever that lady went.… Continue reading Cintioli’s
Here’s something strange, My parents bought me a saxophone. My dad read the classified ads all the time and he found an ad for a silver alto saxophone for $200 in the Daily News. He showed me the ad and asked me if I was interested in finding out more about it. I said, “totally”. … Continue reading The Silver Sax
My dad was a pretty big influence on me. Musically and otherwise. He wasn’t my real father. I had a really good relationship with my real father too, and I’m totally influenced by that as well. I call my step dad my dad and my biological father my father, so hopefully that will be easy… Continue reading Taco Bell