Monday Morning~ 9 A.M.

The First time I met Sting he was kicking the Crap out of a Stage Monitor as he was angry….His Mix wasn’t what he Wanted and he was a Young Man, having recently found Fame as a member of the “Police”. We were at the Hartford Civic Center and at that time I was working with the Moody Blues, the Headliners.

First Impressions tend to stay with us and the sight of him Destroying that speaker cabinet stayed with me for quite some time…close to a Decade in fact.  I liked the Music he made and the way he played….but I didn’t Trust him because in MY Mind I knew he had a Short Fuse and a Nasty Temper. I Judged one Man on a 30 Second Span of his Actions in Time.

The Years went by and Time Changes us however.  My next meeting with him occurred on 9/10/2001.  That date is now curling around in your mind and some are trying to place it…..For me, it was a night of Celebration…..as it was for Sting and many others attending various Musical Functions…..none of us knowing that in just a few short hours…..the Entire World would Change…..Forever.

Sting ended up becoming one of my Very Favorite People…..an Intense Artist and a Gifted Singer / Songwriter….a Bass Player, a Hopeless Romantic and one who Knows who and what he is. If you listen to this Song as I do, you might find yourself doing some rather deep thinking….especially if you hear the Words accurately.  I see Myself in almost every phrase of this Song because Time has Changed me just as it has him…and Probably You….and while I see the World with Different Eyes than I had in the 80’s, a large part of MY Change has to do with HIS Music.  While I certainly don’t view him as a Prophet, ……years before it actually happened he nailed one “Vision” with a 1,000 pound Hammer…… Our Politicians being “Game Show Hosts.”

Change, while not always what we want or Expect, is Part of our Lives……and although I try to Flow with it as best I can, there are now Days when EYE want to kick in a Speaker or a Screen. Why? 🎩 🍎 🎧   #frustration  #rednecks  #greed  #manipulation #ignorance

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Playing in a Band was “Prophet~able”

Back in the Mid 70’s and lasting through the Early 80’s this Band was the Most Fun I could have. While we were often compared to Ambrosia, a laughable yet humbling Compliment as Ambrosia was and remains “Off-the Friggin’-Charts” Fabulous, we did enjoy ourselves immensely.  Would I give my Left Leg to play in a group like this again?  I would…..and perhaps one arm as well…..or Maybe Not.  🎩  🍎

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Many thanks to our Buds in Ambrosia……for being such an Inspiration. Give a listen and head on over to YouTube for another byte.

Marriage? Not until you’re 30 ! 🍎

Some Couples marry before the Age of 30. IMHO this is a really bad move. Why?  Between the Ages of 12 and 30 I learned many things. You learned many things, I’m sure.  One of the things I DIDN’T learn…..was whatever is contained in this Box actually Does for a Living. I’m stumped.  Is it used for Recording?  Is it a photographic device of some kind? Why am I opening this box? I’ll only end up being disappointed in myself…in my MANY Shortcomings…People will laugh and that will bring on Mountains of Sadness. I wonder if “Prince Harry” knows what this contraption is?  #iampathetic   🎩

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For those who were helping me find out who this Songbird is, I remain Sonically Stumped. @nicole kehl   Where are you?

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Three of the Emails which arrived in the past 30 minutes asked which bass, if I could have only One, (now THAT’S a Silly Thought~ One Bass!? ) would I be playing. I’ve long known the answer to that. A Shiny Quarter to the first person who can tell me what it is.

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