In order to perform in drinking establishments, my new and under-aged lead guitar player needed and carried legal exemption documents to allow him in taverns and bars. Part of the agreement was also having a legal guarding with him at all times. So his father would always be there whenever he was. In essence, we inherited dad as well as boy wonder. This led to some interesting and even comical situations down the road. But as I was soon to discover, it wasn’t all fun and games! Continue reading “Boy Wonder: Tales of a Road Band”
Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Hank Williams Jr, Kris Kristofferson, David Allan Coe, and Merle Haggard are some of the most recognizable of the genre called “Outlaw Country.” This was the music that we played and the image we wanted to project to our audience. And so, when it came time for a new Lead Guitar player — Image would play a big role in our choice. Continue reading “The Real Outlaw: Tales of a Road Band:”
Someone who pursues a celebrity or performer, most often a musician or member of a band, typically by following their performance tour in order to gain intimate access to them, and especially to pursue a sexual relationship or encounter. — These are the Groupies! Continue reading “Tales of a Road Band: The Groupies”
In order to answer the question posed “Who are you?” we must first look to the past. Because that is where our story of “who we are” lives. Somewhere in the vast collection of our memories are individual snapshots of our past, laid out in order on top of a grand table of time. A table of our lifetime! The present is here and gone in an instant. The future is the yet unknown. But the past? The past is always there and can be brought back to life simply by recalling old memories. And these memories tell the story of who we are!
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As a new band on the scene, we of course had to start at the bottom. We played our share of low-paying seedy joints to begin with and one of the very first (and worst?) was a Hamilton north-end bar called the “Picton Tavern.” It had a reputation for being rough and rowdy and at times downright dangerous. And although our music went over well, the patrons there lived up to their billing. They were not … let’s say — ideal citizens?
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