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.
They surprised me good that year...birthday fell on a gig night. Very little music was played.
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>
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.)