If I wanted to be in the band, they agreed, I could play Bass….So I bought a Fender Precision Bass.
The instrument wasn’t hard to find. The Fender Factory was in Fullerton Califonia, our hometown.
Within a few months Larry joined the band. Larry was and still is a stellar guitar player and a born showman. In fact all the guys, except perhaps me, had lots of talent and big personalities… Frankly, I just loved being in the band.
So, while JFK was running for President (this was 1960), we were playing gigs everywhere and all the time. About a year later we were “Discovered.” We were placed under contract with Capitol Records. It was kind of a big deal at the time. But the story ended there.
All the guys went off to different colleges.
I rarely, if ever, picked up a guitar again.
A half century of rich, rewarding time flew by.
Then, two summers ago my band buddy Jimmy, asked if I’d like to meet him at Tassajara, a monastery in the Ventana Wilderness about forty miles inland from Big Sur.
While I was there I had a dream, at least I think it was a dream. A Mermaid splashing in a mountain river asked me to write her some songs. She was quite persuasive. Wouldn’t take “No” for an answer.
I gave it a try and found out I could actually play the guitar, write music and (gulp) sing.
I hope among these songs you’ll find a few that strike your fancy.