W2DR Posted September 27, 2018 Share Posted September 27, 2018 It's been 60 years now. September 27, 1958. Early in my junior year of high school. And the beginning of my time playing keyboard in a rock band. My wife always called us a garage band. But we, I'm sure, were a cut above that. Our manager, Jerry McCloud, booked us all over northern and central California. The years from, 1958 to 1960 were among the best of my life. In that time we played over 100 live gigs, cut a couple of 45's, and experienced life on-the-road. One night I remember in particular was a gig at the VFW hall in the Alisal district of Salinas, California. That night we got to play behind the chicken wire.....you know, the wire screen that keeps the thrown beer bottles from hitting the band. What a hoot. My job, should we have to exit quickly, was to grab the bass drum and run to the van. But then graduation came and the band was no more. I still remember Gerry (lead guitar), Tom (bass guitar), big Arthur (tenor sax), Gary (alto sax) and Vince (drums) like it was yesterday. Such are the things that an old man's memories are made of..................... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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