Weeks turned into months and the only gigs we were getting were little bars. Small stages, bad lighting, dreadful bathrooms, the money was terrible… we were definitely paying our dues.  I was enjoying every minute of it, though: the band had developed a following and I had a small cadre of fans already!  Other than … More Getta your equipment offah the stage-ah right now and getta the hell outta here – you’re ah fired!

After that Benefit gig for the boy who was allergic to everything, I thought we’d be catapulted to the mainstream … I knew that getting the band’s  name out there was key, but in retrospect our 1 AM time slot was not the best. We were still a young rock band practicing away, looking for … More The Day I Was a Rock Star

We had heard it would be great exposure for the band if we did a Benefit.  Zero money for it, but since we had zero gigs booked, we jumped at the opportunity to get some exposure. It was a Benefit for a local boy with an affliction that no one knew how to pronounce – … More Sleazy Money

We were this newly-formed rock band and there were so many things we had to do, from picking the songs we wanted to perform to learning them, buying equipment, coming up with the band name, getting our look together…there was so much work to do before we could even consider ourselves gig worthy. This group … More If We Only Had A Gig…

My parents got to endure my desire to sing on a very regular basis.  “Do you think that’s your key?” I’d hear them yell, and sometimes   “Are you sure about that one?”, or   “Didn’t you do that one already?” They had to yell because I was in a different room; they would be in the … More Hit Me With Your Best Shot