The Dose #10: “The Best Of Times and the Worst Of Times”, Part 1
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The Dose #10: “The Best Of Times and the Worst Of Times”, Part 1

I moved down to New Orleans in the autumn of 1997, and I got hit by lightning a year later. My first year of my unexpected Yankee Relocation Agenda was going pretty well. I thought I was only going to be visiting “The City That Care Forgot” only momentarily to produce a the 25th anniversary…

The Dose #9: “Listen Up, You Jack Ass!”
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The Dose #9: “Listen Up, You Jack Ass!”

This 9th “Daily Dose” is directly connected to yesterday’s 8th installment. In yesterday’s post, I talked about my sister Becky’s first true love, Bobby Varno. and what an absolute profound effect he had on my life. Bob is one of the greatest guys on the planet, bar none. Back in 1974, he was a true…

The Dose #30: “Dead End In A Utica Parking Lot”
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The Dose #30: “Dead End In A Utica Parking Lot”

I was working on yesterday’s DOSE and crashed my creative bus into a tree. That’s a little melodramatic, but the metaphor serves my current purpose. Although crafting these daily injections has thus far been unexpectedly time consuming, they’ve also been fun to create. They flowed pretty freely out of me, without too much intellectual over-baking…

The Dose #8: “The Rabbit Hole Of Hungaria”
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The Dose #8: “The Rabbit Hole Of Hungaria”

The very real denizens who actually actively participate in my invented and imaginary world (That would be the mythic land of “Hungaria”, to the un-initiated) often ask me: “When did you know that you wanted to be a professional musician?” Although I can accurately pin-point the exact moment that I decided, I haven’t really shared…

The Dose #5: “The Skaneateles Legacy”
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The Dose #5: “The Skaneateles Legacy”

I’m getting ready to pack the gear up in the car and head out to a rehearsal. But this isn’t your run of the mill rehearsal. It’s with the Dean Brothers, my very early childhood heroes. I grew up in a very small town called Skaneateles, NY. Skaneateles has a little village, but its surrounded…