My Farewell to Prince:
       I'm still waiting to see it get old, but I have my two cents to put in.
       I respect the guy for being one who wrote more verses than chorus.
       He didn't rely on ryhmes so much either.
       Nor did he rely on a drum machine either.
       The only tacky thing about him was his motorcycle in his movie. (A faring on a bike with a sissy bar.) The faring he could have done without, but then again, where her lived, anyone without one would freeze his ass off.
       I only wish I could remember which band it was that sat in or opened up for a band I was doing lights for that played Purple Rain. I'm sure I did it justice, because it was one of those songs I would have known how to play it as if I'd played it many times before.
       Bottom line, he was a true musician and showman, something that is difficult to find in the present days.
       I think my favorite song of his would probably be, Nothing Compares to You.

On this idea of Prince having no will:
I bet his lawyer got bought and burned the will, so that it would get contested.
       I bet Prince may have given a bunch of money to his Church and someone in his family paid his lawyer to take a peek at the will.
       Call it a promissory note. Meaning that his lawyer figured out how to get more money out of Prince once he was dead and the problem Prince had was that there wasn't anyone honest enough to leave a will with. (Kinna the same thing that happened to the inheritance I was suppose to get from Deloris.)
       It's just to easy for someone to either swap out a few pages or even fake a signature.
       Makes me believe that signing a will actually needs to be a publicly witnessed thing. (Rule No. 22 though with that idea.)

Celebrity without the money to protect myself or property.
Bargain Pawn of Oceanside California
Rule Numbers- 65

August 8th, 2015:
Apparently everyone else has known for awhile,
       that the Bargain Pawn Shop here in Oceanside California has been renting out my Basses.
       I guess, from what I've heard, they've been getting $1,000.oo per month for either one of them.
       ($5,000 deposit, from what I hear.)
       Makes sense: because they didn't care if they were only collecting interested on $300.oo instead of $500.oo which would have increased profits.
       But since they were making more money off just renting them out, it's not difficult to figure out a reason why.
       Sounds like it was no secrete, except to me because it sounds like everyone knew all along and they only began talking about it once they heard me taking it apart to figure out what was wrong with it.
       I saw the nick and scratch on the back of my five string. And I've been noticing unfamiliar marks over the years. Kinna sucks I've been having to supply the strings for the Evil Assholes over the years. But this time my old Fender came back with the electronics toasted.
       I don't know how they could have done it other than hooking it up to either a real old amplifier of some kind of high powered pre-amp; but my Jazz pick-up is gone.
       (I tried jumping the pot, but that wasn't the problem.)
Update: they hooked it up to an old amp that had something wrong with it.  And of course its an old vintage pick-up that contained some non-existent wire.
       I can't even play it, because it doesn't sound the same. the whole thing is like being violated.
       It's like these guys have been renting out my wife so others and rape her.
       I wouldn't doubt they raise the price they were asking once they learned about the naked pictures of me that the local San Diego County Sheriff leaked out onto the internet. The sad thing about it is that they still have my 5 string and I don't have the money to get it back from them.
       Once I discovered the problem
my Angles went off and they haven't let up in their efforts of telling me what they were doing.

I was wondering if a guy there was taking it home with him, but once the Idea popped in my head that they would have been more interested in renting them out for profit, -my Angles wouldn't let the thought go away, --all night; every time I woke up it was left on my mind.
Surf supply Wholesaler in Oceanside California
And should I mention that I pawned both basses so I could make my own surfboard so I wouldn't be making criminals money because I was surfing their brand of board. I even laid out my basses pawned money for a business license and tax number so I would be able to sell my own brand of surfboards.
Then the Wholesale Supply here in Oceanside, switched the label on a can of resin, which in turn sabotaged my board.
       And do I need to add that the sabotaged board ended up being scanned and stolen by the very criminals I wanted to stop making money for.

I think it is safe to say, there is a lot of Evil stuff that goes down here in Oceanside, California
       Or should I add that there are a lot of Evil people who reside here in Oceanside.
       It's really creepy here folks.
       It's obviously cursed with Evil.  

I've heard the Kelly Slater name,
       - way too many times in one day.

Rule Number 4, 50 & 65
August 9th, 2015:

What do you think it means?
Could it be that, while I was spending the weekend
in San Diego's Jail,
a criminal who happens to be out on a $5 Million Dollar bail, and accused of attempted murder on me, and guilty of the murder of others, is able to spend the weekend screwing over my bass guitar, which was left in the custody of the local Oceanside pawn shop???
   Another failure of the Criminal Justus System
       Doesn't it have that feeling of failure of the system, kinna like the bad background check that didn't work like it was suppose to either; and you had that backfire on you all too?

The Voice is either rigged,
or just a bunch of idiots:
Rule Numbers- 4, 10 & 20

March 17th, 2015:
Oh my God.
       I watched you pairs battle it out on the Voice TV Show last night. I swear they must be working to eliminate the competition by throwing away the good ones early in the game so the out come ends up with a pre-choosen winner.
       I'm saying this because the white chick sang to the rhythm of the beat, but not at all with the grove of the song. And the Black chick had the groove and even had to put up with the white chick was throwing her off when they had to sing together. It mush have been frustrating and this Peral guy was totally blind to it you must say. Well if he couldn't tell who was the better one, he's an idiot.
       Then the next up was a couple of that man of the year guy's. It was the reverse, the black guy was singing to the beat and the Cowboy had the real groove and could actually sing like a black guy just as Joe Cocker. The Black guy was just a wanna be.
       Tell me I'm wrong, but shit, they are picking the loosers as their winners. It's either on Purpose or they are just a bunch of idiots.

 whitney houston in hot black stapless.

Whitney Houston
We'll miss you.
August 9, 1963 – February 11, 2012

I always thought she had missed the boat. She should have been born a decade or two earlier so she would have been part of the Motown scene and hanging out in with the likes of Aretha Franklin. I feel that it would have been much better for her than being stuck in the middle of the disco period.

Whitney was like the gold Standard of female vocalist, if you could actually sing like her, you will have no problem convincing people that you know how to sing.

I think people are too fast at blaming drugs for her downfall, but I'm convinced that it was her toxic relationship with Bobby Brown. Bobby Brown was the one who allowed the drugs to part of the relation ship and I would bet that he was a provider. All he cared about was milking her for what ever she was worth.

There is one thing I can say about Whitney. I seriously doubt that we will ever hear someone nail the Star Spangled Banner the way she did. Towards the end of the song, she was just tore it up. It was a piece of cake to her.

Another thing I want to mention about here that still fascinates me about her. That she had these marvellous looking lips, yet not at all oversized, but when she sang, she could open her mouth and sign out even louder with this gigantic mouth that sprang out of just a little face. Just look at that big tongue. inside that big mouth, with that big throat behind it, just belching out those notes.
         And at this point, I'm sure I don't need to mention the gigantic notes she could hit. My God, no wonder why everyone in heaven wanted her.

Bo Diddley and his Gretsch
1928 - 2008

He recorded demos in 1954 of eponymous single "Bo Diddley" and his immortal "I'm A Man," the former of which featured the distinctive rumba-like rhythm that came to-

Born Ellas Bates McDaniel in McComb, Miss., on Dec. 30, 1928, Diddley played violin as a child. His family moved to Chicago when Diddley was 7 years old; he is said to have started playing guitar after hearing 1949 John Lee Hooker R&B hit "Boogie Chillen."  

He recorded demos in 1954 of eponymous single "Bo Diddley" and his immortal "I'm A Man," the former of which featured the distinctive rumba-like rhythm that came to be known as "the Bo Diddley beat." Diddley re-recorded both songs at Chess Records; the record was released in March 1955 and became a number-one hit. Subsequent hit singles included "Who Do You Love?" (1956), "Pretty Thing" (1956), "Hey Bo Diddley" (1957), "Say Man" (1959) and "You Can't Judge a Book By the Cover" (1962). He also penned 1956 Mickey and Sylvia hit "Love Is Strange." From 1958 to 1963, Chess subsidiary Checker Records released 11 Bo Diddley albums.
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Avril Lavigne  

March 15,'08 I'm not much of an American Idol fan, but the best one going this time around isn't even an amateur as they are suppose to be.
        However Carly Smithson from San Diego is the one who should win because she is the only one that has a good sense of rhythm when she sings.
         March 19th she was voted to the bottom three out of the top 11.
        Either it was all about ratings, (meaning that the show rigs the votes,) or it's just a popularity contest and the general public is even dumber than I thought.
April 25,'08: It appears that American Idol is just a popularity contest because even though Carly was the best they ever had, she was sent packing last night. I guess I can dodge the rest of the season.

Excerpt taken from Burning Down the House

I became a musician when I was in the second grade. Santa Claus left me a drum set for Christmas. The thing that Santa never thought about was what was going to happen at seven o'clock in the morning. With the drum set and a new Monkeys album, my mom said I was playing the hell out of, "Mary, Mary." (Where you going to?)

We moved into the new house on Spanaway Lake before I entered the fourth grade. The neighbours right next to us had three boys and two of them played guitar. This sparked my desire to take up the guitar too. I began taking lessons from Niles, the oldest one. I started out using my dad's Harmony acoustic guitar, but for Christmas I got a twenty dollar Tesco Del Rey electric guitar. Every morning before school my mom would suggest I practice while my sisters got ready for school.

Niles had taught me how to play melodies so he could play the rhythm cords along with me. Although I was playing pretty well, I had two problems: One was that I depended on the sheet music too much. When I would make a mistake, I would have to start all over again. Another thing was that the electric guitar I had was flat fretted and was hard to do bar cords on it, therefore I never got very good at playing rhythm. I enjoyed playing it and kept at it for a few years until I fell on my motorcycle and tore the meat off the tip of my left index finger. I had to get a butterfly clamp on it and by the time it healed I was way out of practice. By the time I got motivated to practice again and went next door for my Thursday guitar lesson; Niles said he didn't want to give me lessons any more. I couldn't blame him because he was older than I and you know how teenagers are, they have other things to do. Since I had no other friends to play with, I more or less dropped interest in it.

One time I was at a party in a small rundown grange hall called, Clover Creek Grange. The hardwood floor had a crown to it because the building had settled and the floor sloped down towards the walls.  The ceiling had a height of only about ten feet and the hall was long and narrow. The main room was about 60 by 24 with a kitchen area partitioned off by a wide doorway at the rear portion of the hall.

The thing that got me thinking at this party one night was that somebody with one of the bands had mounted an assortment of colored flood lights in wooden boxes with the use porcelain sockets for a light show. The boxes were placed on the floor in front of the band and were hooked up to a few switched and dimmers on a piece of plywood for a control board. I knew I could build a better lighting system and more importantly felt I could play the lights better than the guys who were operating them at the time.

Over time I got rid of the coffee can lights with color flood lights and built lights out of five inch stove pipes with the base made out of the bottom of two pound coffee cans with porcelain sockets. I began to use true spot lights with gel coat frames which provided brighter light and sharper edged light beams for better precession when sorting positions on stage. The better lights allowed for a wider verity of colors and beams much more pronounced.

Eventually I built a 24 channel board with a 12 sub-masters and worked with 6 colors in four positions. The board has a six color (or channeled) keyboard for each of the four positions. Two of the six channel keyboards connect directly to their own sub-masters and the other two six channel keyboards can connect to either of six sub master/keyboards. If that isn't confusing you, just try writing it out.

Basically I used six sub masters (With sliding dimmers) for solo sort outs. Then I grouped any of the other three six colored keyboard positions together on the second set of sub-masters. Believe me the possibilities are endless. It works more like an instrument than any of the dual scene theatrical boards the other bands I see use. It has no auto-sequencers; therefore I have to play the sequences manually, so this means I play with the beat. No fake shit allowed.

I never could understand why these lighting companies manufacture dual scene boards which are only practical for two cord songs. What the hell are you suppose to do when you have to play a three cord song? I know you will probably blow your mind because they are based on two sub-masters for all the channels. 

 The think the thing that differs myself from the rest of the lightmen I see is that I think of colors as different pitches. I use red for the lowest sound and purple for next to the lowest. Then blue, then green, then orange, then yellow for the highest and of course you've got clear for the very highest. I also use two different shades of blue. I use a darker shade of blue for deeper tones and a lighter shade of blue for higher tones. Get the picture? As for purple, I'll raise the pitch with a pink for a higher sounding purple. Greens have two shades too.

 Then I'd split the shades of colors up by doubling up on some channel circuits so  I can run two shades of the blue, purple and yellow with clear. I'd split up the channels on the secondary keyboard so I have yellow on some and clear on one or two of the other sixth keyboard channels. All in all I was covering a scale of nine or ten colors. With certain combinations I can create what looks like the sound of musical cords. For instance; if green and blue set up and aimed right; they can make the musicians on stage look like they are made of steel.

If the room I was playing allowed me to; the technique I'd usually use in setting up my lights was inspired and more or less based on the technique Jeff Beck's light man used. From behind the stage I would use incoming rays in red and yellow I use yellow. I used purple and green in sunburst patterns and clear in a strait out projection pattern. I could go on and on of course, but I have to stick to getting this book out so, maybe the next time around I'll make a chapter for lighting rock bands in my book of Good Things to know.

The World's Greatist Guitar Player

I've known Leon since he was about thirteen years old. The half black, half Asian kid who was adopted and brought up in the part of town where there was low income housing projects where many who lived there were on a fixed income.
         His mother was a beautician who ran her business in a room on the south end of their house. I learned about his father through my aunt Rosebud. She got me a job with JR's father Leon who was a general contractor and mostly in the junk hauling business. I worked for Leon Sr. on and off over the years. He didn't pay much, but it was always in cash.

I first met JR when he was thirteen and I thought it was unordinary for a young black kid to have every Beatles album there was, import and domestic. His dad had sent him to a private school where he learned to play about forty different instruments.

Someone turned JR onto a Vanhalen album and after listening to Eddie Vanhalen play guitar, JR decided that playing lead guitar was the thing he wanted to do.  Darelic, a drummer friend of mine told me about JR after I'd left the X-band for good. He said, "He's always playing in the little shack next to his house; whoever shows up to watch him play, sure gets to see one hell of a show. You gotta go check him out."

I stopped by one day and I was totally impressed. JR. He could play anything and make it seem like it was just second nature to make it sound even more alive than on the album.
    I didn't even get a chance to see his whole band when I told him that no matter what, he had a lightman. That if his band wasn't up to par, I would set him up with the right musicians

At the time I was working for a blues band out of Lakewood called SAE. We had a practice room set-up in their basement and the band was on the hustle for an agent or promoter. The band decided to throw a party to coerce a few over and promote their band. They bought a keg and invited people over. The only person I invited was JR and he brought the drummer he had at the time. People seemed to enjoy the party, but I think the thing they enjoyed most was either the free beer or the light show. Which one the most I'm not one to say. The thing they did like most of all was the time JR got on the guitar and he taught the bands bassplayer a few lines to play. The crowd went nuts, they were hooting and hollering. JR truly up-staged the band, wore out their bassplayer and ruined what was left of their party because when their bassplayer said that he had to save his hands for his own band later on that night, it was apparent JR wasn't going to play any more, so the people left. The party ended up being deader than a doornail. From that point on, I don't think the band liked me too well.

One night I met up with a couple of the guys from SAE at the tavern we'd played at the night before. It was a Thursday night and it was the night before my twenty-first birthday. I was sitting at the bar with the guitar player and friends, having a few beers. Just after midnight my parents walked through the door. I couldn't understand why they would happen to be at the dive we more or less considered our local hang out, but soon it was quite clear. My dad looked at the bartender and said, "I want to buy my son his first legal drink." There is no describing the look on the bartenders face, because I'd drank pitcher after pitcher of free beer over the years when ever I'd worked there with bands. All she could say was: "Well you have an honest face."

Foot Loose hired me not only to operate lights but to work as a soundman too. They had the sound system and some rented lights. At first they thought I would be able to set up the sound system and the light system, but once they found out how many lights I packed into the place, they realized I already had my hands full. Once they saw the double amount in smaller lights they realized they did a better job that the rented lights were a waist of money.
         I could pack in more than twice as many lights and with my own lightboard, I could perform a much better show. The found out my lights were enough work for me to do so they decided that they would set up the sound system and just have me operate it. Unlike when I only worked lights, the lights had to become secondary. It was hard for me from a lightman's perspective because I had to learn that for the first few seconds of a song, I'd have to just get some lights on the band and just let them stay as they were for a few moments while I got the sound dialled in. At first I was a little shakey with my sound, but after awhile I learned the material and got things under control.

I gained more respect and insight for the things that sound-men do. One of the first things I learned to do was set the equalizer to the room, and the best way I found to do that was by using a quality prerecorded tape I had made for the band breaks between sets. It was a tape I'd made of a large variety of music I had in my music collection. I'd set the EQ to the tape so the PA would be set to the conditions of the room. Then the controls on the sound board were set to make the individual channels handling the instrument or vocal microphone sound right for the acoustics of the room or song.

The thing about doing sound is that there are several different approaches to accomplish certain things to achieve the same goal, but if you take the wrong approach – the trouble starts on the following song. That's when you find out how out of whack you've adjusted the soundboard for the prior song and you'll have to readjust things back to ground zero. After a while one will learn what needs to be done for each song. After I had it down to a routine, I'd get to operate my lights that much sooner lights. That's when a set list would come in handy, because it enabled me to be more efficient and I'd pick up the lights that much sooner.

The next winter was 1986, I think.

Once the winter weather set in and the waves would get too big and out of control from the storms so surfing became a sport of getting skunked after a long drive out to the coast, I decided to take up playing the bass guitar because I thought that if I learned to play the bass it would make me a better lightman because the bass-line was the thing I fallowed for the color mode of my lightshow. I figured it would be more fun to actively play an instrument to the stereo than just to sit there listening to it for a past time like most people.

Dean volunteered to teach me how to play bass. My first lesson, Dean taught me the major and minor scales; the twelve bar one, four, five blues progression; and I was up and running.
        Many times we would end up at my place after going out to clubs together and Dean would give me free bass lessons or just jam out together. I'd play a bass line to a drum machine and he'd play bass solos over the top of it. It was a kick because some of it was pretty cool.

Within a month or so he told me that I was ranked right up there with the top five of the fifty or so students that he had taught. It was because I actually practiced and learned the material between lessons. Three months later, I was hitting the jam sessions. I was playing the hell out of Louie Louie, Taking Care of Business, and Johnny B. Good. To say the least – they hated me.

I became a regular at weekly jam sessions around the area. At first many of the musicians disliked the sight of beginner bassplayer walking through the door because they'd assume I didn't know how to play since I wasn't amongst the many clicks of local professional musicians. While attending the jam session I'd learn which standard songs, (usually classic rock I had on CD's at home) that most of the musicians knew and during the week I'd practice the songs so I'd go back to the jam session knowing them. After a while the musicians gained more confidence with my playing and they began to treat me more like one of the gang. It was kind of neat I because I could go out and be a musician for a few hours every week without having to sacrifice the style of living I had as an independent self-employed contractor.  

June 27, 2002:

Ox died today. John Edwisal was 57 and died of a heart attack in his Hotel room at the Hard rock in Los Vagas. Apparently he had a dancer from across the way with him when he died. I guess that's better than dying alone.

In the Rolling Stone Mag, it said that John wrote Boris the Spider after a drunk night out with bassist Bill Wyman of the Rolling Stones. I've read somewhere else earlier that the song was influenced by his son who dropped a book on a spider.
        Edwisal also wrote Eminits Front, (It's a put on, it's a put on.)

December 25, 2006: We lost James Brown. Made me think of the jam session on 4th Ave. in Santa Monica. There was this impersonater who was suited up and did flips and splits like the real James Brown. It was one of the better jams I've been to since leaving Washington.

San Diego music scene kinna sucks. You're not going to be able to make a living playing the kind of  music that's played in the Puget Sound area. You'd have to settle for classic rock. Gee, wippy.

Like the other night; Dec. 27th in Carlsbad. This Biff guy who plays his same originals every time he shows up. He's always avoided playing with me, but I'd played twice with him and the second time he even said I did a good job. But the third time the moron acted as if I didn't know his shitty songs and asked to have this other asian guy play his song for him. I wouldn't have give a shit, but I was pretty sure there was people in the audience who where there to watch me play.
       Gee, we're breading stupid people and I have to live with them. I certainly wish I didn't have to play with them.

Up date: I'd wrote about the Asian guy before, stating that he had no groove, Well this week Feb. 28th, the Asian guy came in with his six string. to play on my set. Boy, it was like messing around with a dark spirit. He defiantly has no groove. I couldn't play worth a shit with him. I don't see how others can. I was exhausted. Ever since I got this web-site up and running, I expected the same kind of things that would go down in Washington. It appears that "they" are able to pay musicians to dog me one way or another. That's why I've stayed away from the jam session, because it turns out to be bad personal relations.

It's unfortunate that you don't have to be very smart to be a musician or a surfer.

I called it stirring the pot or something, This bit was something I was inspires to write in response to some reply I got in the craigslist musician adds. I guess there may be a few musicians that don't like musicians from Seattle too much. But it inspired me to ramble off some shit and figure it was better suited for a web-site. It's just some junk and saved it for this site until I replace it with something better.

Believe me I've heard many people pitch their bands to me, but bottom line is that all I need is a time and place. Most of the musicians I hung out with have gotten a gig as they were handed a tape of the material they had to learn in a week or so. (Cheat sheets have saved many of them. Some gigs are on the spot and if the bassist is good, most people in the audience (bar owners) don't even realize the musician didn't even know half the songs.  

There is nothing worse than hanging out in a garage week after week and having someone not show up because of some problem with a girlfriend or something. We all know about the marriage we enter into when we join a band and the little projects often turn out living someone else's problems.

 Stupid Rule # 4  -- Been there, done that

I've had a drummer in Lennox Head Australia put drum fills in every three measures in the Hendrix song All Along the Watch Tower. When the song is mostly a straight 123-12-123

He goes: "But that's the way I play it. You have to respect the way I play it."

I said, "But that's not the way song goes and you should respect the fact that we're trying to play that certain song and that song has a particular signature. And you have to respect that I can play the song upside down and sideways, but without the right rhythm I really can't play it at all." (At least none other than how he was making me play it; which pretty much sucked.) He eventually agreed that I was right.

Like my stupid rule #5 that was influence by a country western bass player I knew. "Just remember KISS, keep it simple stupid," he said.

Like the drummer who was practically soloing though a Clarence Clearwater Revival song. (During a gig) I played the song anyway, but later I told him that it was a strait forward county beat. He listened to it again and at the next gig he calmed his ass down and said, "You're right, it did go down better." (Just straight kick and slam.)

A heavy metal drummer from Montana once said, "The dumber the drummer, the better the beat."

You know "Animal" of the Muppets? That's him.

You should try playing a blues song with him. It ROCKS!!!

Too many musicians take perfection too seriously also. They want to play it exactly they way they’ve "rehearsed" it over and over.

And where did this "rehearse" bit come from? I noticed that these so called musicians in California use the word. Like gag me with a spoon. Hell, people like Madonna and Paula Abdul rehearse because they have dancers. Musicians are suppose to practice as far as I'm concerned. When they use the rehearse word, I think: my god, what the fuck do you think; you're on Broadway?

One time my friends were jamming with the eight track recording, and this guitar player who just happened to show up was discussing about how they could send the tape back and forth to work on the made up jazz songs. My friend Dean, friend who was playing bass said, "Hell I liked it just the way it was." (The guitar player dude was just scribbling.)

Like this one guy said to me: Oh that's ok, if you fuck something up, it's only music. The bad notes are gone forever.

Well thanks for your time. You've all inspired me to write something tonight. I hope some of you can find something about me to bitch about because I'm sure I can come up with something else to say. It’s only words.

And for those who might say I'm full of myself:

At least I know how to make people dance. It's because' with a good drummer and a good groove on, there is this thing called a pocket, and most guitar players, and guitar player who play bass, don't know what its all about.

As for my taste in music:

Motown or Rap?

Jessica Simpson or Ashley Simpson

Christina Agulara, or Briteny Spears
Christina Agulara she'll be around for awhile.
I think Briteny Spears is a ding bat.

Merya Cary or Christina Agulara
Christina Agulara she wouldn't air her head trips on the Oprah show and I never listen to Cary's stuff anyway

Michelle Branch or Kelly Clarkson
Michelle Branch, she owns her own songs

Michelle Branch or Avril Lavine
That's a tuff one. I liked the Avril Lavine songs they played in Australia and when she was there I seriously thought about going to see her. She's a cool chick.
Michell Branch doesn't get that much airplay to be very familiar with many of her songs.

Michel Jackson or Justin Timberlake
Michel Jackson, because he’s a true performer, but he should be kept in a cage on his Neverland Ranch, Justin is just too girly for me.

Soundgarden or Metalica

Perl Jam or Alice in Chains
Perl Jam, however it's one hell of a close race and I'd probably say both.
But I own some Alice because some of their shit just rocks and
a one time I saw them a late night show and they flat out rocked even on T V.
Perl Jam's album Code was too dam mellow for me.

Alman Bothers or Little River Band
Alman Brothers, because I used to know complete album sides, Berry Oakley their bassist was one of the best.

AC/DC or Quite Riot

Airosmith or Bad Comany

The who or the stones
A tie, too bad for the Who to lost a hell of a good rhythm section

Shyral Crow or Alanis Morissette
Shearal Crow  but I like playing both

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June 14th, for those musicians who think moving to the central coast of California may be a good idea; I'd say don't. Though there are people like John Anderson from the group Yes and Ian Anderson from the group Jethro Tull living around here, odds are you will never see them because most of these musicians come here to retire and it's not like they are worried about putting a band together.
     The most of musicians around here are not that hot either. I'd say that there are more music instructors than there is good musicians.
    The last band to sent me a CD to learn put three Doors tunes on it, and the rest of their songs could have been done with a click track just as well. l just couldn't do it.
    It seems like the working musicians around here have been pulling off the same classic rock tunes for decades. Everyone else is busy with their garage band recording studios making originals.
    Ah, I've heard enough song writers; hell I just like to ROCK!
    Oh well, it's a step up from Santa Barbara, but that isn't saying much.

    I thought since Ernie Ball/Musicman is right here in SLO, I figured I'd get a good deal on one of their basses. But after I applied for a sanders position and having the good word, (yeah right,) put in by this local musician F___ky - and not even getting entry level job - I've decided that I don't want one anymore, because they put a bad taste in my mouth now. Bulky feeling things anyway. Everything is integrated on a stupid pick guard anyway 

     At least I can say I painted a few Boogie Body Guitars. Much cooler than any Musicman.
      Last year, I met an engineer who used to work there. He didn't have anything good to say about the corporate side of it either.
     I don't have anything good to say about F____ky and Rambo either. Creeps if you ask me. Rambo sure told drummer Gary, a bunch of sh__ on New Years. So I guess I'll never get to play with one of the real musicians around here.

I always thought -
 the box guitar
Bo Diddley played was pretty cool. The Gretsch is sorta like a bare bones guitar I guess. Bo claimed to play more like a drummer. However we lost him on June 2nd '08 at the age of 79.
There is a news video clip onBBC News


We lost Jeff Healey in the morning of March 2nd? 2008:
Truly one of the great guitar players of my time,
   His dad sent him to a guitar instructor to have him learn how to play like the typical guitar players play. But Jeff Healy being blind, taught him self to play with the guitar sitting on his lap.
        The guitar instructor instead encouraged Jeff to keep playing guitar on his lap. 
At least that is what I heard.
      However, I bought his CDs' and the guy knew how to play.

Canadian jazz guitarist, Jeff Healey, dies at 41  
03/03/2008 8:00 AM, Reuters
Jeff Healey, known for his blues-based rock and his distinctive playing style, died in hospital on Sunday after a life-long battle with cancer. He was 41.

Healey, stricken with retino blastoma, a rare form of cancer that robbed him of his eyesight as a baby, first picked up the guitar when he was three years old.

With his trademark style of holding the instrument across his lap, Healey formed his first band at 17 and later gained fame for his trio, The Jeff Healey Band.

Discovered by the legendary jazz guitarist Stevie Ray Vaughan in a Toronto bar in 1982, Healey released a string of albums over the next 20 years, including the 1988 Grammy-nominated "See the light," with the hit single "Angel Eyes."

He performed with a host of legends over his three-decade career, including B.B. King, George Harrison and Vaughan.

Healey was also the host of a long-running jazz radio show and owned the funky "Jeff Healey's Roadhouse," a Toronto-based bar in which he frequently recorded.

At the time of his death, he was about to release his first rock and blues recording in eight years, "Mess of Blues."

Healey leaves his wife Cristie and two children.

In memory of
Jaco Pastorius

Jaco Pastorius was probably the greatist bass player who ever lived. Weather Report was one of the well known bands he played in.
     He knew he was the greatest bassplayer out there at the time and was quite adamant about it. It was probably because he had a drug or alcohol problem.
   It's been said that he would get quite belligerent at times and would often want to sit in with the band that was playing at the clubs he stumbled into.  
       Once friend of mine was in a club where Jaco showed up all shit faced. Though Jaco's band wasn't working there that night. The musicians got him up on stage to play with them. Jaco was so shit faced, they had to lean him up against the wall so he wouldn't fall over. My friend said that he was amazing. He couldn't believe the things that guy played even though he couldn't stand up straight.
    It's too bad a bouncer at a club didn't have a little more self control and didn't understand the blessing Jaco was to us.
      That bouncer beat Jaco to death.


The Avril Lavigne many of us know

From Napanee, Ontario, Canada


I found some old songs lists I used to know back in 1997.
I managed to put the 150 songs on a page if you are interested.

Big Song List
(150 songs)

Since the big list was a bit overwhelming at jam sessions, I came up with one that had ones I'd prefer to play and more likely to practice.

Favourite Jam Songs
(86 songs?)

A list I made for the music store buliten board in Santa Cruz

24 song list

I never got a call


My Synchro-link truck
is a whole fleet of trucks in one
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JR built this guitar himself from parts.
I painted it at work in a plastic factory with Imron paint designed for Unacell cabinets used at hospitals. We think an ex-girlfriend stole it. If you know where it is. I'll give a reward for it.

October 4th, 2007: Rule No. 77; I managed to stop a saw blade with my left hand yesterday. Looks as though I won't be surfing or playing my bass for a while. Anyhow, I've been doing extensive work on my web-sites. One major task I have at hand is that I'll be putting together a site map for all the links available on this site. Quite the chore to say the least. However, I've been posting a lot of new things in too many places to list. Please have a look around.

For Picture of my fingers
M&D Warning
Graphic Nature
Under the Class of Blood and Guts



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The Hollywood Avril Lavigne

Gotta admit, she's hot.

She also has that cute side to her

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January 1,2008: I just got back to playing again after about three months. I'm going to start a list of songs I've been working on lately.

Shine                            by Collective Soul
Once Bitten                       Great white?
Basket Case                     Green day
Born under a bad sign
Lay in the bed I make     Bro cane
Danni California          Red Hot Chli peppers
Don't want to stop


I'm also going to start a journal entry featuring the music scene here on the central coast.

On Monday the 7th of Jan, I got the opportunity to play with the drummer from the local band called Jammies.
   Boy, I tell you, the guy is a hot drummer he lays it down. Very tight.
 We jammed with this guitar player whos guitar looked about as bad as my truck. He said it"s done just about everything but get him out of jail."
     For some reason I thought of him as well seasoned. We just had to warm his ass up.
It was one of those magic jam knights.

January 9, 2008: Had this doctor who works at an Urgent Care (Because of disability claim.) Do his final exam yesterday. At first he looked at the index finger and thought it had healed alright. One I pointed out to him that it was the middle one with the big blister on it. The pinched it read hard to see if it would hurt me. The son of a bitch made it swell up to where I was more than three weeks ago. He made it all numb and shit. I don't even feel like trying to play bass with it. Then he says while jotting something down, " Here this will release you."
Kinna sucks..

January 23, 2008:
Kinna late to mention this but:

      In the Dec. 27- Jan. 10th'08 edition of the Rolling Stone magazine, they had a bit on page 15 called -  The Death of High Fidelity. 
        It goes on about how the way music is being compressed and mixed to be loud, a lot because of the way MP3's have caught on.
     Believe me when I say I can tell. It's probably the reason I have got into the MP3's by now. I like the idea of the format, where as its not likely going to get a scratch and skip during your most favourite song. But the problem is that ou can't hear the room of where the song was recorded.

Bootsy Collins
Some say that he is the king of funk






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