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This is me in concert at the
Danville, Illinois Civic Center
About 20 years ago playing my
old Rickenbacker Bass. It was
actually dark pink in color. |
Was born in 1949 in Danville, Ill. My mom couldn’t wait a couple of months so I could say I was born in the 50′s. Would have sounded better but I guess we go with what we’re dealt.
I bought my first bass guitar when I was in Jr. High School for about $50. It was a ‘Kay’ bass and had a great neck. Wish I would have kept it. Actually I owned about 28 more bass guitars in my life time of which I wish I would have kept. We won’t go in to that right now … maybe later. Had some good ones though. Anyway, been married twice to the same one. Still am. It’s kind of a bitch having 2 anniversaries though. Have 3 great kids and 5 beautiful grandkids. So you’re starting to think, well that Old Ass Rocker did pretty good for himself. He and his family survived those 35 or so years of weekend gigs. Yes we did. We really did. But not without a whole lotta life testing, parental questioning, gut wrenching, fighting, marriage testing, etc…etc… problems! But we won’t go into that right now. Anyway, I am gonna try to keep the theme of this site about the unique and sometimes unusual life experiences of Old Ass Rockers. About all of the different egos and personalities that bands threw together on stage. About all of those gigs that we survived. About all of those prized guitars and amps over the years. About personal family experiences. Temptations. Excessive alcohol use. Volume levels. Hatred for the sound board operater. That long wierd ride home after the gig. Anything.
