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Friday, December 5, 2014

Review of my short story memoir, "A Towering Experience" only on #Amazon

I just received my first review on my first short story memoir, "A Towering Experience". Available Exclusively on Amazon.com It's FREE to check out if you're a #Kindle Unlimited subscriber. Only 2,99 otherwise. Or you can wait until it goes on sale for .99 cents on Christmas Day until New Year's Eve. Now get off Facebook and read a damn BOOK!���� http://bit.ly/MemoirBook



Thank you Quentin Wallace

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Have you ever had a Towering Experience? I have and have a eBook to tell you all about it..

Well, now, the first "chapter" in my short story series, "Where Did My Life Go?" is now available exclusively on Amazon for 3 months. It is entitled, "A Towering Experience" which entails my encounters with celebrities along with some crazy trials and tribulations that happened to me me while working at Tower Records on Sunset Blvd. for 3 years before they went out of business. The story is short, maybe 20 pages, with more "chapters" coming soon. All for a WHOPPING 2.99! You can also borrow it within the Amazon Unlimited system. You can put it in your #AmazonCart on -------------------------------->>>>>this link------> http://bit.ly/MemoirBook
It would be greatly appreciated if you would leave my book an honest review on Amazon.Thank you! Just think of it as a early Christmas gift to me from you. You're soooooo (short) and sweet! Just like my wittle eBook.Awwwwww �� God bless and Merry Christmas. Follow me on Twitter @MemoirBook


The Video Trailer is AMAZING , if I do say so myself. It gave me goose bumps and I made the damn thing...with a little help from iMovie and my trusty side kick iPad!, of course. http://bit.ly/MemoirVideo





Wednesday, November 5, 2014

#Election results from Floriduh 2014

Election Results

I am a free man
Catch me if you can

The election results
Don't reflect me

I am still free
In the land
Of
The United States

Yes mam'
I will do
As I please

You will not stop me
In the pursuit of happiness

Down a one way road
Is the only way
That I go

Can't solve a problem
With only
One vote 

Or sway
My decision
In a corrupt system

Greed and money
You chase
But I will live

Without a guilty conscience 
Resting on my grave

Four more years
Of problems
I cannot face

The results
Will not change

My point of view
Of living
In the country
Better known
As the greatest
Ever known

Republican
Democrat
You can choose

All I know for sure
Is that
I am
100% American

Catch me if
You can

I continue to be
Free
Until my dying day
Regardless
Of what
You or anybody else says

Thank you Lord
For saving my grace
I don't need anyone
To tell me
If I won or not

As long as
I am
A winner in your eyes
The only one
That matters
In my life

My only hope
Is that
Freedom of speech
Will live on

Forever yours
Truly
Until we
Meet again

Thank you for
What has already
Been given to me

A gift from GOD

I will be appearing at the Holiday Inn on Tuesdays and Saturdays between 2P.M? Until who knows? Thank you, in advance for cumming and your loved ones for showing. I couldn't do it without them.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

First Draft Of The 1st Chapter Of My Memoir Book #Halloween Birthday Party

 When I was five and I heard the Kiss Alive! album (yeah, that's what they called them, back then, before your time) for the first time. I had thoughts of becoming a rock star. I first heard that album on a honeymoon with my mother who just got married to my newly found step father and they went to Georgia to visit an old friend. One of the adopted sons of the friend played me the record and I fell in love with the music and the pictures. I was fascinated! I was a Kiss fan instantly. Eventually, I would have my Mom buy me 8-track tapes of the band. Not knowing the albums I had, I would pick the tapes by the cover that I didn't have. I used put on "shows" for the neighborhood kids. Lip syncing the words and playing air drums. The older kids would get off the bus after school and give me a Dixie cup of water with red food coloring. I would put it in my mouth and spit "blood" like Gene Simmons. I never saw KISS live at that point, I only saw pictures which I got from a dumpster of a magazine distribution company that we lived across the street from on 107th. They were out of date issues that didn't sell, they would cut them in half and throw them in the garbage. I would dumpster "dive" and get the old magazines that had pictures of Kiss and plaster my bedroom window with pictures.

I didn't know I could actually play drums until one day when I was 12, waiting for my parents to take me home from the American Legion. They would have a few drinks there after work as I sipped on a Shirley Temple and ate some chips. I would go outside to "play" and smoke cigarettes. One day, I found  a 5 gallon bucket in the back of the Legion and while listening to my cassette Walkman, found some tree limbs and started to play along to the music I was listening to. Which my first memory was Journeys', Departure album. Homemade Love was my favorite song at the time. Then I went on to Iron Maiden and Ozzy. I didn't know I had a gift of playing drums without a lesson, until then. That sparked my dream of becoming a rock 'n roll drummer.

I barely graduated Marathon High School. While I was there, I actually became a cadet/ explorer for the local Sheriff's Department in my senior year. Riding with actual deputies and doing dispatching duties. I became Sergeant and passed the dispatch police code test with a 100%. I was riding with a officer one day, actually, the officer that was running and in charge of the cadet program. We went to a call at a local bar that a man inside had a gun. She handed me the shotgun and told me to wait in the car and to point the gun at the door of the bar as she went into the bar. I was thinking,"What if the guy comes out with a gun with her hostage, what in the hell am I going to do?" Shoot him between the eyes? That scared the shit out of me and I chose another career path, not to mention after that, I had gotten arrested for covering up a friend.  

My friend and I met a couple of girls in town from Ft. Lauderdale, we invited them to a party at my friends' house and they showed up. We played "quarters" with shots of Vodka. I lost or won, depending on how you want to look at it. I got totally fucked up!! I was so fucked up, I couldn't  even walk or talk, let alone drive. So my friend took my car to take the girls home which was just down Sombrero road, maybe a mile away. I woke up the next morning with a hellacious hangover. I went outside to get something from my car and it is nowhere to be found. I come back into the apartment and ask,"Where in the hell is my car?" My friend told me to calm down and to have a seat. He explained that he and my other friend drove the girls home and AFTER he dropped them off at their house, he went around the corner and hit a telephone pole. Nobody was hurt but the car was stuck on the stump of the pole he just took down. The car was running and they couldn't shut it off or get it off the stump. So they ran home. He was scared and said his parents would kill him if they found out the truth of what really happened. So he asked me to report that my car was stolen. Hungover and reluctantly, I called the cops and told them my car had just been stolen. Stolen cars are a very rare occasion that happens in the Keys. The cops knew something wasn't right. They questioned me about the incident and I signed a sworn police report. The Florida Highway Patrol questioned me a couple of days later, to make sure I was telling the truth and told me lying on a police report was an arrest-able offense. I stuck to my guns and story to protect my friend until the cops told me I would be responsible for the 1500 dollar telephone pole. Then I changed my tune. I was working at a hotel at the time and couldn't stand the guilt of lying, let alone paying for a telephone pole bill that I had nothing to do with. I called the Sheriff's Department and told them I lied on the police report. I tried to cover up a friend so he wouldn't get in trouble. The current Sheriff, who was a deputy at the time, came to the hotel and arrested me and put me in the holding cell. I told them to go get my "friend", he works at such and such. 10 minutes later he was in the holding cell with me. Some of the cops at the station said, "They're going to fight, don't put them together!" One said, "Let them". We never did. I had a hard enough of a time dealing with my step dad, when he came to pick me up at the police station. I caught hell for that!! My step father was friends with a local attorney and had my arrest record expunged.

After high school, I didn't know what I wanted to do except become a rock star drummer. I was in awe of the rock star lifestyle of bands like Motley Crüe and Guns n' Roses. I played drums with some friends at local open mic jams. I moved out of the trailer that I grew up in and rented a place with a couple of friends on 107th Street in Marathon, across the street from the duplex I used to live in with my parents when I was just 10 years old. It was a rock n roll party house. I had a shitty 3 piece drum kit. My friends and I formed a band called, Keys Disease. We actually recorded a 2 song demo that went nowhere. We were young and dumb, dreamers. We were wanna be rock stars between the ages of 16 and 18. I think I was the oldest, come to think of it. 

I was working at a pizza restaurant and met a hot looking girl who just started working there. I fell madly in love at first sight just by looking into her beautiful blue eyes! It just so happened she had an apartment with her Mom right next door to our apartment. I had a 79 Camaro Berlinetta at the time and would offer her a ride after work. We soon got to know each other better and formed a friendship. I think she liked me but not like I liked her. We would play cards at her place and she would come over to our drunken, debauchery parties. Everybody was trying to impress her because she was so beautiful! One night after work at the pizza joint, the manager locked the doors and I backed my car up to the backdoor. I had a pretty kick ass stereo that had detachable speakers. I directed the speakers into the restaurant and put a cassette tape in and we jammed out inside the restaurant. We were drinking and dancing on tables after hours. It was fun, and nobody got caught or hurt!

In 1989, one of our guitar players graduated High school and he wanted to move up to Ft. Lauderdale to play in a band because there were more opportunities as opposed to the cover band world of the Florida Keys. Which was true. I wanted to make the trek all the way to the Sunset Strip just like so many of my idols did. But because of money and commitment of the other members, we settled on Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. Both the guitar player and I worked for the pizza restaurant chain and thought that it would be easier to transfer up to Ft. Liquordale, than find another job. We would already have jobs by the time we got there. The next step was to find a place to rent and live in. We found a apartment complex that offered a 2 bedroom apartment where the first month rent was free. We jumped on that opportunity. I had a drum set and he had a guitar and amp. The bass player was going to move to Ft. Lauderdale a couple weeks later. So we worked at the pizza place and partied at night. The cool thing about the pizza place was that it had draught beer on tap! I would always come home with at least a 32 oz plastic cup filled to the top with beer. So we worked, we partied, we dreamed and talked about how we were going to make it as big rock stars. What we didn't do is, practice, write songs, record a demo, play gigs. You know, things bands have to do in order to make it! In fact, we didn't even pay rent and after 3 months, we were subsequently evicted!

           I was distraught without direction. We were starving and had nothing to show for the struggle. I remember dividing up French fries from McDonald's and we never even played a note together during that 3 month plus period. I had a decision to make, either go back to the Keys with my tail between my legs or call my brother for some words of wisdom. Defiant from defeat, I called my brother who lived in San Francisco and explained my situation. One of the many things I love about my brother is that he has always supported me in what ever crazy dream I had. He has always said that he just wants me to be happy. Luckily enough for me, my brother offered to buy me a plane ticket to San Francisco and stay with him until I could get back on my feet. I was on the next plane to the Golden State.

I hadn't spent much time with my brother up until that point. When I was a teenager in high school, he was already attending college at the University of Miami to become a doctor. I would sometimes see him on holidays like, Christmas or Thanksgiving when he came to visit my Mom and I in the Keys along with my step father. After graduating UM, he continued medical school at Stanford University and became an oncologist. Ironically, our mother passed away from pancreatic cancer in 1985 when I was fifteen. When I graduated High school, my brother flew me out to San Francisco for my graduation present which was a 7 day camping trip to various National parks. We drove my brothers' car sharing driving duties and saw most of the National parks on the West Coast including Yellowstone, Yosemite and the Grand Canyon. One night at dinner, my brother said he had something to tell me. I didn't know what to expect. But the seriousness of his tone and demeanor gave me a lump in my throat. After, what seemed like an hour, he said, "I'm gay." I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I didn't care if he was gay. I just said, "O.K."  Later in my sheltered, narrow minded upbringing, I began to conjure up thoughts of what if. I didn't know much about what being gay was or gay people in general. I knew that it meant he liked guys as opposed to girls but other than that I had no clue. Then I started thinking that, my own brother, with whom I am sharing and sleeping in the same room with, might come and molest me in the middle of the night!  I guess the only reason I would think that is because that happened to me when I was about 6 years old, not by my brother but, by one of my step fathers' friends in a hotel room. I will spare you the details.

So I get off the plane and I am happy to see and am greeted by my brother. He drives us to his house which is a beautiful 2 story Victorian. We go in and I meet my brothers' live in lover. He seems nice and cordial. My brother shows me my own bedroom. I was jet lagged and went to bed, before I fell asleep, I conjured up the crazy, what if again. What if my brothers' lover comes in my room in the middle of the night. I didn't know him from Adam. As time passed and I lived with them the feeling subsided and I felt comfortable again. I was in a pretty big city, something I had never experienced before except for driving to and through Miami to go see a concert. I learned the public transit system. San Francisco has one of the greatest public transportation systems in the world. I learned where MUNI and BART went along with the surface busses.

My job was to look for a job. I signed up with a temporary employment agency. They help you find work even if it's only temporary. I got an assignment from the agency with a law firm. I would be a in-house walking messenger for the firm. It was an indefinite job without a end date. After 3 months, the law firm would have to hire me or let me go, fortunately the law firm hired me with benefits. My next step was to find an apartment. I found a studio just 3 blocks from my new job that I could afford. It was uphill going home and downhill going to work. It was located at Bush and Powell Streets. It was a 5 story building complex. My studio was on the bottom floor with a view of where everybody threw their garbage down the chute. It was like a dungeon. But I had my own apartment. I loved my new job and the fact that I didn't have to cut my hair, I just had to wear it in a ponytail. It wasn't that long, maybe down to my shoulders. I had to wear a tie and dress clothes but that didn't bother me. I was working for the 5th largest law firm in the United States. They represented big companies like Chevron and Disney. The job was easy. The company had 3 buildings within a block of each other with multiple floors in each. My job was to take an envelope and deliver it to someone else in the firm who was at a different location or in a different building. Sometimes there were boxes. They would give me a free bus pass every month that would get me anywhere in San Francisco. I would sometimes get on the bus and deliver a package. One day while working, I got on the bus to deliver a package. A hyped up, R U smoking crack, black guy on the bus asked me what instrument I played. Taken aback, I said the drums. He said really!? My band is looking for a drummer. Do you play with anyone? I said, "No" He said, why don't you come down to my bands' rehearsal place and jam with us. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him. I hesitated. I was nervous about my abilities. I didn't make the call. I was wondering if I should. Then one day I see the same hyped up-smoking crack, black dude, "Hey, man, why haven't you called me, man, we really need a drummer!!" I told him, "Oh man, I forgot to tell you, I don't have a drum set!" He says, "That's cool, man. We got one at the studio." I continued the excuses,"I didn't call you cause I lost your number." Tim continues,"That's cool. Hey we're getting ready to practice. The studio is only a couple blocks away. Come on let's jam!" So feeling pressured to play, I followed him to his studio where I met the rest of the band and various people who just lived there. It looked like a 60's heyday hippie party with a drum kit with cymbals, already set up! We jammed and they liked me. But I wasn't sure if I liked them or their musical taste. They were big on the jamming bands like the Grateful Dead and techno savvy studio musician bands like Steely Dan. I WAS INTO MOTHERFUCKIN GUNS N' ROSES and Motley Crüe too. We had some common musical taste (that you didn't want to spit out) like they 
Iiked Led Zeppelin and ...um.....uh....I think ..?makes sense....not much of a stretch ...the....BLACK CROWES!!

Tim, the crazy ass black man on crack (I was talkin' to yous about, yeah, yous!) seemed to be the leader of the band and apparently used to work in L.A. and had all these connections if he could just find the right band, he could get us a label deal AND opening up for GUNS N' MOTHERFUCKIN' ROSES!!! .....Yous guessed it...no really...the black crowes. REALLY FOR REALLY!!!! I don't know what possessed me to talk in an Italian accent...YOUS made MES do it!! O.K. Enough with the shenanigans ...I have to focus on the project at hand.

            Tim was very animated like a cartoon character like a black Sunday preacher. He said he could get us a  record deal if we had a great recording and he had all these connections. So we went into the studio and recorded 8 songs. It was the  first time I've ever been into a "real" recording studio. After the recording was done, everybody said I sounded like a drum machine which I didn't know to take that as a compliment or backhanded slap. I thought the recording sounded like a drum machine because they killed the natural drum sound of my drums. The bands' name was Wind Gypsy. There were two brothers, Dave and Don Allen, lead singer and guitar player and a bass player named George. Tim played a synthesizer guitar. I was with the band for about a year and during that time I think we played one college party gig. We had a demo but we didn't promote it, shop it or any of that. Turns out Tim had a cocaine problem and in the end, the band just disappeared. The band morphed into another band called Balzamoth, we were trying to find a name that nobody else had, so we just came up with these crazy names and decided to go with Balzamoth which I think was actually my suggestion, moth balls, balls of moth. Balzamoth was the original members of Wind Gypsy minus Timothy. We recorded a 4 song demo at our rehearsal space with some guy who had mobile recording equipment. We never shopped the demo, we played one gig at some North Beach club in San Francisco where on the first song I broke the snare drum head and had to borrow the headlining bands' snare drum to continue the show. We practiced a lot and jammed but we never played any gigs. The loft where the band lived and practiced was pretty cool, they had a refrigerator with a tap on the outside of it and they used to get kegs of beer and put it in the refrigerator and pour from the tap that was outside of the refrigerator. There was one dude that lived there but wasn't in the band. He was a hippie looking dude, pot dealer. I didn't live at the loft, I still had my studio apartment on Nob Hill. One day I was going to the rehearsal place and as I was walking down eighth street, I noticed a walkie-talkie in the passenger seat of a  parked car which I thought was odd. The loft was on the second floor and someone had to throw the keys down to you for you to unlock the door from the bottom. When I opened up the door, five guys with guns drawn and badges surrounded me and escorted me upstairs. The guys with guns ordered everybody on the floor facedown. I didn't know if we were being robbed or what was going on! We sure as hell didn't have any money, we were a struggling band eating Ramen noodles. The men sat us up and declared they were the FBI. They took photos of everybody and told us that we were under suspicion of being a warehouse for manufacturing L.S.D. All we did was smoke weed and drink beer and I didn't even smoke weed at the time, I just drank legal beer. Apparently the FBI had been scoping us out across the street and found enough evidence for the search warrant. But all they found was marijuana.

The band ended up fizzling out. I continued to work for the law firm as a messenger. I met another black dude on the street. We started talking and I found out he was a guitar player in a reggae band called Don Jeron and the Boogiemon and they were looking for a drummer. I agreed to go check it out. I wasn't sure of my ability to play reggae but I gave it a shot. They already had a 4 song demo recorded that they gave me to learn some of the songs. They had a gig coming up soon opening up for Judy Mowatt who was one of the 3 female singers in Bob Marleys' group. The gig was in 2 weeks so I had to learn the songs quickly. On the night of the gig which was at the I-Beam in San Francisco on Haight Street, I was nervous and wondered if I could pull it off. I was the only white boy in the band and I think the only one at the venue. I stood out like a light bulb. The gig went well without a hitch. Actually, one of the founding members screwed up in one of the songs but it wasn't a train wreck, a minor hiccup. I think I was paid 50 bucks and never heard from the band again.

I had been working at the law firm for over a year and a half. I attended numerous office holiday parties. The parties were ritzy with top of the line food and drink. I met a secretary while working there and we became fast friends. She was a model from New York. Her "stage" name was Liz Austin. I was attracted to her and apparently, she was attracted to me. She invited me over to her place for dinner one night. After dinner we watched some T.V., I got to second base and while reaching for third, she stopped me and said she was starting to have feelings for me which didn't make sense to me but I respected her decision to stop and I went home. The next weekend she invited me over to her place again. I knocked on the door, she answered and by the time I got through the doorway, she practically had me naked. We took a shower together and made love the rest of the evening. I spent the night and in the morning she cooked breakfast. I couldn't believe that this beautiful woman was attracted to me. She told me a story about how the former lead guitar player for the band Heart, Roger Fisher, was in love with her and wanted to go out with her so badly but nothing ever happened. We weren't  boyfriend and girlfriend, we were pretty much, fuck buddies, friends with benefits. We didn't hang out with each other everyday. Whenever she felt the need to have sex or I was horny, we would call one another and set up a time to meet up. I loved that arrangement.

I had a co worker who was also a messenger, who became one of my closest friends, who happened to be black. He was a real skinny black dude named Ed, who was gay. He wasn't the flamboyant type. He was very laid back. I nicknamed him Turtle because he walked so slow. He liked me but he never tried to hit on me, he just wanted a friend and a hug every now and then. We would go to lunch together everyday and he would buy my lunch, EVERYDAY!! I was worried that one day, I would have to pay him back in a sexual favor or something but he never pressured me into doing something I didn't want to do. All he really wanted was a hug just about everyday which was a small price to pay. I felt guilty for him to pay for lunch everyday but it was an insult to Ed if I didn't let him pay. Ed had a roommate/lover that he lived with in Oakland. He swore up and down that they didn't have a sexual relationship which I took his word for it but really it didn't matter to me, regardless. His "roommate" used to be a DJ for a radio station. The first time I went over to Ed's apartment and met his "roommate" I knew his roommate was gay when he asked me if, "I was in the mood for a blowjob!" I respectfully declined.

One morning at the law firm, everybody in the messenger and mailroom department received a memo to attend a mandatory meeting at 4 P.M. in the afternoon that same day. There had been rumors that our jobs were on the line and at 4 o'clock that afternoon the rumors became true. The law firm had eliminated our in house jobs and hired an outside company to occupy our positions to cut cost. They gave all the messengers an application for the new company and a severance package. There had been messengers there for over 20 years and in one day their livelihood suddenly came to an end! Some of my co workers were crying, not knowing what the future would hold. Let go, through no fault of their own. Just a multi-million dollar company trying to save a buck at the expense of workers who were loyal for years then let go into the unknown. I collected unemployment but it wasn't enough to pay the rent. Actually, it was just enough to pay rent but that was it. So subsequently, I was served with eviction papers but not without a fight. I went to the local legal aid office and explained my eviction situation. They told me what steps to take, guiding me every step along the way. I ended up staying in my studio apartment for over 3 months, rent free. In fact, the landlord practically had to pay me to vacate. Due to a stipulation of a rodent infestation I had dealt with living so close to the garbage drop. Wondering what my next move was, I watched an infomercial at 2 o'clock in the morning about how to buy real estate with no money down taught by Carleton Sheets. I purchased the cassette course for 149 bucks and listened intently! I was obsessed and determined to become a real estate investor! I had nothing to lose and everything to gain!

              San Francisco real estate was too expensive to make money. So I researched various United States markets that would have cheap property with the best return on investment. My conclusion was Orlando, Florida, a HOT market in 1991/92. At least from my research. I found a friend who I met in the Florida Keys, actually it was the girl that I worked with at the pizza place, the one who used to lived next door to the band in Marathon. I told her what I wanted to do and she said I could stay with her. At this time, she was married, trying to get a divorce with 2 kids, a little girl 2 years old and a 6 month old baby boy and a boyfriend. I was determined to be a real estate investor, even though, I didn't have a pot to piss or a window to throw it out of. I still had long hair and I didn't want to cut it, so I bought a short hair wig, so I looked professional. I bought 3 piece suits at the local Goodwill for 3 bucks to look sharp. I stayed with my friend for about a month, I was collecting unemployment, but I couldn't take the boyfriend drama, the kids or one of her friends offering me 20 dollars to give me head, so I had to find another place.
I found another place with a single divorcee, living with her brother and her 3 year old daughter. I don't hate kids but they get on my nerves, at least the rambunctious ones that I can't control that aren't my own. I was trying to focus on buying real estate without a penny in the bank. I didn't have a car, so it looked suspicious or the very least, unprofessional. I found another money making opportunity from a late night infomercial that seemed easier than buying and renting real estate. It involved buying notes. If somebody won the lottery and took payments instead of one lump sum, I could be the in between person to find them an investor to buy their payments and give them all the cash they would receive eventually with about a 50% discount. Long story short, it never worked out.

I was already in Florida, defeated from the real estate market and other get rich schemes, I decided to go back to the place I was raised and go back to the proverbial drawing board, to figure out my next move. I called my step father who was still living in Grassy Key in the trailer I was raised in. He agreed I could stay there and figure out what I wanted to do. I got a job as a taxi driver with Island Taxi. The Brass Monkey, a local popular bar, has a yearly event called Christmas in July that I attended and I met this most beautiful, gorgeous girl.
          I am usually shy and not one to go up to a girl and ask her what her sign is or whatever pick up line. But this girl looked like a hippie from the 70's and I just had to talk to her. I somehow started talking to her, I can't remember how it came about, but we were conversing. I found out she was a guitar player and of course, I told her I was a drummer. We hit it off. We had the same points of view of the world and similar musical taste. She invited me over to her place to jam. She had a drum set and conveniently lived in Grassy Key. I would find out later, she had a boyfriend too. I was broken-hearted but still had a connection with playing music together. She was just learning the guitar.
We jammed. We had a intellectual connection. We would talk about our dreams. We both loved music. One day we came up with the idea of going to the Art Institute of Ft Lauderdale to learn about the Music and Video Business. She enrolled at the Denver Art Institute and I went to the one in Ft. Lauderdale.

I moved to Ft. Lauderdale, driving from the Keys in a 1965 Dodge Van, I bought at a Monroe County Public Works auction for 50 bucks. I qualified for loans and grants to go to the school and I stayed in a converted Days Inn, which were the dorms for the school. While attending school, I got a job at Peaches Records and Tapes on Sunrise Blvd (ironically, I would later work at Tower records on Sunset Blvd) and joined a band called Colors Of Illusion.

It was a eclectic alternative band fronted by a Latin female operatic singer. There was a bass player, guitar player, keyboard player and myself on drums. The band had a rehearsal studio that was converted from an old walk in cooler. I juggled playing in the band, going to school and working at the record store. The band recorded a 4 song demo and played gigs at various venues around Ft. Lauderdale. I had bought a potable Walkman cassette recorder to record our live shows. On one of the recordings after a song we just performed you can hear somebody say to somebody else, "That was weird." The band was weird. The lead singer was very skinny with long jet black hair and would wear costumes like the Cat In The Hat and prance around on stage, the guitar player looked like a skin head, the bass player looked like the hippie teacher on Beavis and Butthead, the keyboard player looked like a computer geek that wore a tie and I guess, I looked like a long blonde haired surfer/rocker dude. Our sound was hard to pinpoint, it was heavy drums, grungy guitar with opera like female vocals. 

While attending the Art Institute, one of our assignments was to work in a real world music related  business. I worked as an intern at Long Distance Entertainment, a company who managed and booked local artist. One of the managers working there was managing a then unknown band called Marilyn Manson, his name was John Tovar. He saw my band play at a popular club called the Squeeze and came up to me and asked why I never mentioned my band to him. I just said, "I don't know" I was scared to mention the fact that I played in a band. I believed in the band but I just thought we weren't ready. We had another assignment at school to interview somebody who was working in the music business. At the time, Hootie and the Blowfish were becoming popular and the manager of the band was a guest speaker at the school. The band was playing the Button South later that night. I talked to the manager after his speech and asked if I could interview the band at the venue. He told me to give him my name and "when you get the venue ask for the road manager and tell them your name". He told me to be there at least an hour before showtime. So my assignment partner, whose parents used to write for some 80's sitcom, showed up an hour early, I talked to the road manager and he said the guitar player, Mark Bryan, was available and for us to wait in the back by the door and he would send him outside. I brought my tape recorder and recorded the interview. I had the questions written down from the assignment. The questions were like "What was one of the most important things you did, that helped you to achieve success?" I have since lost that recording, but Mark was cool and helpful in answering the questions.

                Later on, I researched, which I should of done sooner, and found out that the General education required courses like Math and English in order to get a degree were non transferable credits and I wasn't happy with the progress I was having and the exuberant cost of the dorms and education I felt was over my head so I quit the school. I wanted to stop the bleeding before it cost me too much and I didn't get anything out of my time or money. Today, I am in debt to the Federal Government for defaulted students loans to the tune of over 10,000 dollars with no degree or education to show for it!

After I quit school, I didn't have a place to stay. I slept in my van behind our rehearsal space for 2 nights until one of the neighbors complained that I was sleeping in my van. The guitar player had an apartment with his girlfriend in front of the studio and they let me stay with them for about a week. The band was in turmoil and not getting further in its' "career" and they were dissatisfied with my drumming and they fired me.

I still had my job at the record store but was without a place to stay, again! So I found an empty parking lot and parked there and slept. I got in touch with a friend who was the lead singer in the first band I was ever in, Keys Disease. He had been playing in a band in the New England area called Point Blank. He told me he had some success with radio airplay in the Boston area. But the band called it quits and he moved back to Florida. He had a place in Wilton Manors. I told him my situation and he invited me to stay with him in a trailer he had just bought in a trailer park. So I took him up on his generous offer. We reminisced about the good old days, even though we were only 23, 24 years old and we talked about band stuff and partied. And partied, a lot!!! My old friend and new roommate had a thing for strip clubs. I loved them too! We would go to one every time we had time off from work. My friend and I would drink and drink!! He liked Jack Daniels and claimed he couldn't get drunk off beer anymore. He had to drink hard liquor to get a buzz and eventually, violently drunk. My place to sleep on the couch in the front of the trailer turned into a nightmare!! Sometimes, I had to be at work at 8 A.M. and my friend would drink all night into the wee hours of the morning. He would have metal blaring at 5 o'clock in the morning and he'd punch walls and put holes in them. He didn't give shit if I had to be at work at 8 in the morning and I had nowhere else to go. When I got home from a sleep deprived day, he would always apologize for acting the way he did. I was no angel, I loved to party just like he did. I am more a happy go lucky drunk with a lot less violence. I picked up a couple strippers at different strip clubs and brought them back to the trailer. It was hard (No Pun Intended) to have sex with them without an audience as my "room" was the couch and next to the front door. One of the strippers apparently wasn't worried about an audience when she was giving me head on the front porch in the trailer park in broad daylight.

My friend/roommate used to party hard all the time. We went to a local bar to have a few beers. They had a jukebox there and we both loved rock n roll, my friend liked harder stuff. He played Rage Against The Machine and while putting more quarters in the jukebox, this older gentleman came up and told him not to play that "noise" on the jukebox. My friend cocked his fist back and clocked this guy, knocking him out. The bartender told us to get the fuck out and we took off.. About an hour later, we drove by the bar and there was an ambulance with it's lights on in front of the bar. We proceeded to go to a lesbian bar, for some unknown reason, other than, it was conveniently close to where we were and of course, there had to be chicks there. We ordered drinks with some bizarre looks. I was eyeing a hot chick who was at the bar when I almost got my ass kicked by her "butch" girlfriend. We took off to an all black strip club. My friend was into black chicks, I personally like white meat. We stuck out like 2 sore thumbs with the " brothas" probably wondering, "What in the hell are these crazy crackers doing here!?" We escaped without incident.

I would usually make it to work at the record store. It was about a half mile away from the trailer and I would usually walk. I worked there for over a year and became the Head Cashier which meant they trusted me with greater responsibilities. One of the few memories I had working there was hearing the Black Crowes Amorica album, playing over and over. There was a Irish bloke who was my co worker who ALWAYS played that album constantly over and over in the store. I was scheduled to work on Saint Patrick's Day but my roommate had the day off and he wanted to go to a local Irish pub around the corner of the trailer park. He urged me to come along and I called in sick to work to celebrate the holiday. We went to the pub about 10 A.M. and started, uh, drinking. That's what you do on St. Patty's Day at an Irish pub. We were all day into the night marathon drinkers. We noticed this hot chick pull up to the bar by herself. We were both single and always looking for chicks. It was odd that a chick this good looking would be by herself during the day in a dumpy little bar. We started talking to her and bought her shots. She sat in between us. At one point she started making out with my friend. I thought, well I guess we know who's getting lucky tonight! Then a few minutes later, she turns to me and starts kissing me. Maybe we BOTH will get lucky on St. Patty's Day! She kept going to the bathroom, a lot! We didn't know if she had a bladder problem or what? On one trip to the little girls room, she didn't come out for what seemed like a half an hour. We told the bartender that we were concerned. The bartender allowed my friend to see what was up. My friend saw her sitting on the toilet slouched over with a line of coke on the back of the toilet. She wasn't dead, she had just passed out for a minute. My friend got her out of the bathroom. We told the bartender that we would make sure that she got home O.K. We ended up bringing her back to our trailer. She wasn't totally incoherent. She could talk and barely walk. But at least she wasn't driving or roaming the streets. We talked and found out that she was one of the chicks in Robert Palmers' Addicted To Love video!! At first glance, you wouldn't even think of it, she was HOT but you didn't see the connection until she actually mentioned it! I don't know if my friend had sex with her but I know I performed oral sex on her. My friend was in love and obsessed with this chick. He wanted to find out where she lived and all this love stuff and I was like,"Just drop it, man!" We had our fun, now it's time to move on. Neither of us ever saw her again.

There were many blurry party days but I couldn't take the violence my roommate would bring, punching walls in the middle of the night and cranking the music while I was trying to sleep to make it to work the next day. I wanted to party but I also had to make money to have a party. One night my friend was driving us home after partying at some strip club. We were both smashed!! We made it all the way to the trailer park. All he had to do was take a left turn into the park and we would be home safely. He turned into the park with his pickup truck in the path of a on coming motorcycle. The motorcycle crashed into the side of the pickup. Breaking the glass of the passenger side door. The motorcyclist had a female passenger on the back of the bike. The motorcyclist suffered 2 broken legs and the female broke her arm. Thank God nobody was killed!!! I sat on the edge of the road in a daze. I had a couple of cuts on my head, watching the police and ambulance show up. My friend was unscathed. My friend had previous D.U.I.'s, but escaped that night without one! 

I knew I had to pretty much escape this situation. Once again, I called my brother in a plea for help. I explained what had happened to me and my brother agreed to let me stay with him in San Francisco, again. So I put in my 2 weeks notice, planned my escape and then took a Greyhound from Ft. Lauderdale and headed 3,000 miles back to the Bay Area. My brother and lover had bought a new house at 192 Carnelian Way in San Francisco. At this point the "band" thing wasn't working. But I still wanted to be involved in music, somehow. I loved music and traveling. There was a big time local promoter in the Bay Area, Bill Graham Presents who I tried to get a position with before but all I received was a letter of rejection explaining how they were a small company with very little turnover. Plus the fact that I didn't have any experience didn't help my pursuit of securing a job in the music industry. Bill Graham Presents was THE promoter in the Bay Area and I wanted to be with the best and thought, why settle for less? In the meantime, I got a job at Tower records on Market street in San Francisco to make ends meet. I then inquired about taking a course at San Francisco State University on the music business. It was a 2 day a week class that was on concert promotion. I met a female classmate who actually worked for Bill Graham Presents and I explained that I had been trying to get a job at BGP for years! She told me that Bill Graham Presents had an internship program and that they were looking for new recruits and to give her a copy of my resume and she would pass it on to the powers that be. About a week later, I received a call from Rebecca Nichols who was in charge of  running the internship program. She told me to show up at a certain time at the BGP offices for internship "tryouts". I showed up and Rebecca explained the internship program and handed out copies of Bill Grahams' book for all of us to read and told us about future shows that needed our help. BGP would have interns work various up coming shows. The position was unpaid but the experience gained was PRICELESS!!! We also were assigned various departments within the offices of BGP to work. We had to work a certain amount of hours to receive credit. I was selected to work the band management department.

Bill Graham Presents was primarily a concert promoter for big name bands playing the Bay Area. But they also had a artist management division that managed big named artist like Eddie Money, Joe Satriani, Gin Blossoms, Train, the Neville Brothers and a few others. My intern position consisted of answering phones, making copies and signing autographs. Yes, it's not a typo, signing autographs. The Bill Graham offices would receive fan mail for Eddie Money and for some strange reason, the powers that be, had me answer the fan mail with a signed 8 x 10 picture of Eddie Money signed by, ME!! I know, it's hard to believe but I can't make this shit up. I would sign the picture and send it back to the fans. 

I worked at BGP working various show, the first one being, Laguna Seca Daze in 1996, which was a 2 day outdoor concert at the Laguna Seca Raceway that featured Ratdog, Train, G. Love and Special Sauce, among others.




I worked a couple more shows at the Shoreline Amphitheater for Mardi Gras. I had a lot of fun and was learning along the way. The next big event was the Tibetan Freedom Concert that was going to be at Golden Gate Park in June.


At this point, I had been working for Bill Graham Management for about 2 months and one of the managers who managed Joe Satriani seemed to take a liking to me, he also was the former road manager for Peter Frampton, back in the day. His name was Mick Brigden. He had a young, unknown alternative Canadian band he contracted to manage and they were signed to Virgin Records. Their name was Pluto and they had been touring to promote their major label debut self-titled album. Mick asked me one day if I wanted to go on the road, I said,"Hell yeah!" He said he wanted me to road manage his band, Pluto. He knew I didn't have previous experience but had faith in me through the work I had already done at BGP. I was honored and vowed to do the best job I could. He gave me the itinerary of the bands' tour and told me to start booking hotel rooms under 50 dollars a night. He said the band needed to focus more on performing shows and less on the business side.


This is the 1st draft of the first chapter, please leave constructive criticism. Tell me what doesn't make sense, or if there's grammar issues, or if I need to explain something better or it just plain sucks! Thanks! and stay tuned for Chapter 2 The Debauchery Continues.....





Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Unknown Future Rainstorm Poem

Rainstorm Unknown Future

The rain falls around me
Underneath a empty bus stop
No One can change
The tears seeping in
From the storm
That will never end

Dry for now
But I know from truth
It will begin again
Nobody can change
The weather
Ruled by Mother Nature

A battle begun
But never won
Ride the storm out
One teardrop
At a time
When you need 
Sympathy
Or the very least
Somebody
To escape your problems
You can't hide
The truth
Is inside

I had the line
But I forgot
Just in time
For you to ridicule me
Tell me I am
Ridiculous Everytime
A tale I Have been told
All my life
That hasn't changed
Like the rain
Before me today

Not a poet
Per se
The words change
In disbelief
Every time I think


Lost in between
The drama
That I see
I don't need

Just trying
To find
A warm place to sleep
In the right frame
Of mind

Everybody else
Out to get over
Somebody else
I ask 
Why?

With answers 
I can't find

What is the meaning
Of life
Left behind

Maybe a message 
Unable to decipher
I guess
Only speculation
Will find
The answers
I have no choice
In my current
Situation
At the end of the road
We all go down

The end is
The grave
In the same place
We all lay down
One day 
So they say
For eternity

After that
What happens next
Is anybody's guess

I'm not a preacher
Or anyone who claims
To know the afterlife 
When we are gone
From Earth Forever

I only hope
For a family reunion
To see
My parents
Once again

To reminisce 
About the times
We never had

Destiny is
In the hands
Of GOD
Our creator
Maker
For sure
Who else
Could do this to us
There is something more
Than none of us
Know about

The reason is there
For us to learn about
For a greater good
Than we could
Ever comprehend
Peace on Earth

Thanks for spell check 
Otherwise
You
Would
Never
Understand!!


My Mom died
In this hospital 
Nothing could
Take away 
Her saving grace
Left alone
Alone 
In a empty world 
That I must move along
By myself

I keeping searching for
The unknown future