What is your most fond musical memory.


One that makes you yearn for the ‘good old days.’

Mine took place in 1970. My grandparents were going on a world tour and I had their whole house to myself for 2 months. Alone at last!. I was 16. First thing I did was set up my audio system. Then I turned down the lights and put on the just released Grand Funk “Closer to Home’ album. I thought I was in heaven when ‘I’m your Captain’ came on. 10 minutes of Pure Bliss. To this day I get the tingles whenever I play that song.

 

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We’ve seen a lot of “industry” people living in So Cal. over the years, but the night I spent sitting next to Tom Waits at a bar I,ll never forget. We were in the basement of a Chinese restaurant in the worst part of downtown LA ,the Cathy de grande, it was a great venue in the 80,s for punk and new wave. We were watching Top Jimmy and the rhythm pigs, who would go on to be immortalized in the Van Hallen song “TopJimmy” in 1984. Waites had just been on the Mike Douglas show and he did this routine with the cigarettes where he patted all his pockets looking for the pack and matches while hunched over. I couldn’t resist,I bummed a Chesterfield from him and he did his thing.I was in heaven,

 

Went to a Friend's birthday party in New Jersey back in the early 70's and he had a band he knew playing at his party. Some bearded guy sung with a backup band named the E Street Band. They were good. I heard they made it big.

Tripping on LSD back in 79' listening to Santana loud as hell with 4 speakers around the living room, Pink Floyd...when the clocks struck 12, I thought for sure the cops were busting the door down! So freaking intense the music is when your on the same stuff as the band! :-) Ahh to be young again...  (I probably wouldnt do any of that again LOL)

David Bowie concert in New Haven, CT, summer of 1974.  The music was fantastic and my date was a beautiful girl who was a dancer in with the Alvin Ailey troupe. One of the best nights of my life. 

The day I succumbed to my friend's relentless endeavor to convince me to go see the Grateful Dead. He bought me a ticket for my birthday and told me I was going if he had to knock me out and toss me in the trunk of his dad's brand new Mercedes. So, at 9AM on September 26 1981 we loaded up the car with coolers of food and booze and we were off to Buffalo NY. Fifteen hours, two tabs, and countless cocktails later we were in the parking lot of the Buffalo Aud listening to a tape of the show we just witnessed. Needless to say I was hooked. I spent the next two years following the Dead around the country. Arguably the two most exciting and formative years of my life.