My first gig, age ten. Some things never change; I still love to wear cowboy boots and weird things on my head onstage!
Velvet Lorijo. I matched the curtains that night. Sidewalk Cafe, NYC.
AP Music Theory - round and around the circle of fifths!
They surprised me good that year...birthday fell on a gig night. Very little music was played.
Tip hat, mailing list book, lots of beer signs, and...cowboy boots! Not Just Pasta, Chicago.
Up in the air! It's a bird! It's a model airplane! No, really. It's there. If you could only enlarge this photo, you'd see!
Mom, sister, at the piano, Grandma - and me trying to keep up with the changes. A ritual in my family. Oh, and this is the house where Alex Haley wrote The Autobiography of Malcolm X and started writ
Taking five to take pictures after practicing in Central Park while in high school. A couple passing by dropped a few dollars into my guitar case and said I reminded them of a young Janis Ian. When th
Space Cadet! (My first attempt at flying an aircraft. In the back seat and looking in the wrong direction.)
CB's Gallery 313, NYC (CBGB's softer side). RIP. OK, they ain't cowboy boots, they're motorcycle boots this time. <Ahem>
It was a cold February night...Sidewalk Cafe, NYC. Richie Kessler of Necessary Records said I was channeling Stevie Ray Vaughan. I don't know about that...I was just cold!
And I was sweltering in Hotlanta! My friend loved this bus stop poster for some twisted reason. It is kinda twisted. Especially as a Christmas card! (NO, we didn't do that!)
Back to the grind - Times Square in the rain. (After a ticket from the transit cops underground.)