Introduction I was at my friend Bob Acquaviva’s house yesterday, and ended up in his attic. He converted it into a studio, and we were listening to some new projects he’s producing, and looking at old Shuffling Hungarians video from a telethon shot way back when that a friend had recently mailed in. Funny stuff….
OPENING DAY In the spring and summer of 1971, I joined a Little League Ball Club. My baseball training was pretty non-existent. My dad Nick was a hard working man, and had been since I could remember. He was up and out of the house by 5:15 am every morning, six days a week. Sometimes…
The first love of my life was Mary Von Zastrow. Her family lived next door to us on Gayle Road in the bucolic Finger Lake Village of Skaneateles, NY. What does a five year old kid know about love? In retrospect, not much, but to me at that time, my undying love and devotion to…
Author’s Note: Many readers of “The Daily Dose” have asked that I continue to tell stories of my experiences as a working musician in Central New York, instead of some of the other subject matter I’ve been tackling. I suppose that those requests have been made in part due to my thread contributions in the…
Author’s Note: “Friendships are funny. You think they will last forever, but life intrudes. Trajectories that seem to coincide for a time, skew unexpectedly. As I age, I’ve come to accept that phenomena a little more gracefully, but as a child, it’s hard to understand what was seemingly set in stone… wasn’t.” These three “Daily…
Author’s Note: “Friendships are funny. You think they will last forever, but life intrudes. Trajectories that seem to coincide for a time, skew unexpectedly. As I age, I’ve come to accept that phenomena a little more gracefully, but as a child, it’s hard to understand what was seemingly set in stone… wasn’t.” These two “Daily…
Friendships are funny. You think they will last forever, but life intrudes. Trajectories that seem to coincide for a time, skew unexpectedly. As I age, I’ve come to accept that phenomena a little more gracefully, but as a child, it’s hard to understand what was seemingly set in stone… wasn’t. In grade school, I had…
When you decide to play music as a career, other than the fact that you have to be a little crazy to make that a life choice in the first place, you also quickly find out a few truths about that quest. And some truths take time to develop, but they always lead you to…
(The Worst Best Day Of My Life) I spent my first year in New Orleans as a Yankee transplant, and I was there to work. Between endless months spent in windowless recording studios with the occasional 15- people-shoved-in-a-van-for-thousands-of-miles road trips spent with The Wild Magnolias, my personal agenda of weaving my cultural experience in a…