I met my wife in high school. To be fair we had no idea at the time it was forever. It's been one day at a time. I know I've been lucky in so many ways. Colleen and me have three grown children now. I'm told I have matured. Doesn't feel like it most days. As a much younger man, music was always my most important concern. It might have been the escape from my teen reality deeply embedded in the mystical conjuring of heavy rock that drew me in. I was a boy with few friends living miles from nowhere. I also spent way too much time laying on the cold kitchen linoleum with the warm glow of the hit parade flowing from the bass heavy console radio. Somewhere between Jethro Tull, Hawkwind, the Beatles and a jumble of 70's top 40, my tastes were forged. At the time I worked at any part time job that might help support my vinyl habit. Of course, my first major purchase was a stereo system; even before the first car. The second thing I had to own was a ridiculous see through Plexiglas electric guitar that was a poor copy of an Gibson SG. I played IOMMI power chords as my friend Luc would do his best heavy cymbal crashes. "Generals gathered in their masses" indeed. Music has fired the engine of my soul for most of my life and somehow I was able to turn that hormonal pit of dark noise and an ear for melody into a decent career in broadcasting and music distribution without totally losing my mind, health or hearing.

 

 

 

the full catastrophe continues here....