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I enjoyed listening to radio theater and hearing “Relayer†was like a sound scape over flowing with color and imagery. It was like nothing I ever heard, easily described as other worldly, and the orchestrated composition just simply dumb founded me to the point of tears. I find myself revisiting, or should I say returning to those moments of my former years that had such a impression on me.
The first real instrument I owned was an electric guitar comprised of a Vox body and Fender neck (I was about 19 -20 at the time). It never stayed in tune because the bridge wasn't affixed to the body, so it just slid around every time you rested your hand on it or bent a string. My friends made fun of it and called it the blue thing (it was baby blue...ougly). Needless to say I learned nothing on this guitar do to the fact I was unable to fix it...me and my moron friends, lol.
It was about a year or so later that I bought a 77 Fender Stratocaster and a Fender Champ amplifier. I purchased the guitar at a music store by the name of Grimes Music located in Fontana CA. and the amp I can't recall where I got it from. I had blew a transformer in the amp and had traded it in at Lear's music in San Bernadino for another fender champ. What I originally had was a early vintage champ that sounded great, although the trade did not – live and learn.
It wasn't until my late 20's that I decided that I would like to understand more about the guitar. So, I was playing keyboard some what at the time and had understood it better theoretically and I began to apply what I knew about the keyboard to the guitar. Around the age of 28 I began to fall ill and had become bed ridden at 33. Five years later I began to rejoin the human race, although out of sort and out of place I attempted to rehabilitate myself in order to finish what I started. So here I am several years later with finally some sense of clarity and regained purpose. Thank God :)
For me, music is an extension of the artist within. Musician, guitar player, bass player, keyboard player, song writer, producer...whatever utility used to make music, whatever descriptive title. It's simply about being an artist creating and contributing. What I would like to continue to do: Write, perform and meet people with like minded goals and desires. Goals: to compose for film and to form a jazz fusion trio -- well, there's the short and thick of it!
