Unearthing Treasure…

Lately I’ve been on a bit of a trip down Memory Lane musically, rediscovering a lot of music from my youth. The stuff I was into before I discovered college radio and got weird in the early 80’s. The staples of FM rock radio, what would be deemed “classic rock” these days.

My very first album as a kid was Aerosmith’s “Toys in the Attic”, followed up by Cheap Trick, Boston, Foreigner, Styx and the like and for the past few weeks I’ve been digging back into those oldies but goodies.

In the course of doing this I got to thinking about how amazing it is these days that you can hear a new song or read about a new band and within minutes (seconds?!?!) have their entire catalog of work at your fingertips. It is phenomenal when you stop to think about it.

For any youngsters out there reading this, you may not know, but up until 25 years ago music acquisition was a LOT different!

Every mall had one, or one just like it!

Up through the 1980s, pretty much the only way to hear new music was either on the radio or weekly TV shows like American Bandstand or Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert, maybe Saturday Night Live. MTV was around, but not everyone had it (nor cable TV!) and they were terribly guilty of HEAVY ROTATION, so it was like the same 8 -10 songs on repeat, for weeks on end. Radio was not quite as bad but new music was slow to break and you might only hear a song you were interested in once a week, if that. From time to time you’d hear a song that grabbed you, but have no idea who it was or what it was called unless the DJ happened to come on and announce the song, which was hit or miss. I probably heard “Walk on the Wild Side” 20 times before I ever heard the name Lou Reed. Which reminds me of another thing about the “old days”…

Gone, but not forgotten!

Every once in a while you’d hear a song that just knocked you out, and you’d save up your money and head down to the record store in hopes they’d have the record. If you were lucky, they would have it and you’d plunk down your hard earned cash and rush home to the turntable to listen to the album. If you weren’t so lucky, you might have to hit 2 or 3 different shops to find it. (No small feat when you’re a kid on a bicycle and the shops are miles away from each other!) Then you’d make the horrible discovery that while the ONE song was great, the rest of the album was trash. THAT was a heartbreaker! Especially if there were two records you wanted, but could only afford one! If you picked the dud it might be a couple weeks before you could scratch together enough coin for the other one.

Between the ages of 10 and say, 23 or so I surely spent in excess of a thousand hours in record stores, pouring through the stacks, trying to whittle it down to which few records I could actually purchase at any given time. And unless you’d already heard the entire record through a friend, every single time it was a crap shoot! Sometimes you get burned – like with that Lou Reed album I mentioned, sometimes you strike solid gold, say London Calling by the Clash.

Still there, thank goodness!!!

Now, thanks to the wonders of technology, you can overhear a snippet of a tune, whip out the Shazam app and know what the song is and who’s doing it within about 10 seconds, click a link to Spotify and have their entire catalog right there. Then head over to YouTube and see every video they’ve ever done. Then hit Wikipedia and learn all the details and history of the artist. Nothing could be easier. It really is like having the entire world of music at your fingertips, practically for free!

Now of course, all this awesomeness is a double edged sword. For one thing, it has basically destroyed the music industry. Ironic but true. Unfettered access and free music everywhere has made it so musicians can’t actually make any money with record sales. Well, a few still do I suppose, but most bands these days make more money from t-shirt sales than records. It still costs money to make a record – studio time, engineers and producers, art work and pressing costs for physical product all get paid up front before a band sees a penny. And of course the musicians still need a roof over their heads and a meal every now and again, but I digress.

I might also add that frankly it takes a bit of the mystery out if it all, which was also part of the fun.

But what really inspired me to write all this in the first place was the discovery aspect. While hearing new bands or songs that turn you on is fantastic, recently I’ve been doing that with OLD stuff and that never would have happened without access to all this technology. Even a dinosaur such as myself that still listens to terrestrial radio from time to time will only hear so much “classic rock” – basically every hit song from 1964 to 1990 on an endless loop. There are no more “deep cuts” picked out by DJs, no full side plays like they used to do on Sunday nights (for the kids – late Sunday nights my local station would play Side A of an album straight through, do a commercial break and a station ID, then play Side B of the record all the way through),there is no discovery. Lately, I’ll read an article about somebody Im interested in and they’ll mention an influential musician they grew up with and I’ll go head down that rabbit hole. Or maybe someone will mention someone I’ve heard of, but have never heard. It’s been really cool to learn of new music, even if it’s 30-40 years old. If I’ve never heard it, it’s good as new to me! Just in the last few month I’ve “discovered” half a dozen artists that have been making records nearly my entire life that I’d never laid ears on, it’s been spectacular!

I’ve been lamenting these last few years on the sad state of music and how you must wade through mountains of garbage to find a gem these days, but recognizing that there is a boatload of as yet unheard music waiting for me has been invigorating! Not that I’ll ever stop looking for new, new stuff (honestly there have been a few “new” artists that have given me some hope for the future of music – looking at you Magic City Hippies, Qveen Herby, DesRocs, KFlay and others!) but discovering something 20, 30, 40 years old that resonates with your soul? That is treasure my friends. Go out and find some for yourself!

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Concert Review: Foreigner at Shoreline Amphitheater, Mountain View, CA

Ok, flashback time! Back in 1977, at the ripe old age of 9 (!!!) I was turned on to FM radio by my older next door neighbor (my honorary older brother) and my life was forever changed.

Growing up in my house, you got Barbara Streisand and Anne Margaret with my mom, and my pops was fond of the saying “there are TWO kinds of music- Country and Western”. And of course there was the grandmother, the matriarch of the family, that considered anything outside of a hymn to be “devil’s music”. But I digress. Suffice it to say, Rock and Roll radio in the 70’s knocked me for a loop! Until then my only exposure to rock and roll was Elvis Presley and the Beach Boys.

There were a lot of great bands back then making waves – Boston, Journey, Steely Dan, Doobie Brothers…but you simply couldn’t listen to the radio for more than an hour without hearing Foreigner – they were essentially on heavy rotation my entire youth and I was a big fan of the band as a kid.

Fast forward a few years to ’81/’82 and I became fully ensconced in Punk and New Wave music. I gave away all my “old” records and cassettes – stating I’d “never listen to the old crap again”. Yeah, youth and ignorance go hand in hand! But I basically stopped listening to what is now considered “classic rock” for about 20 years.

Ironically it was our daughter who mentioned that she’d really like to see Foreigner and as a surprise, the Mrs. picked up tickets for what turned out to be their farewell tour. I was game, figuring it would be a fun nostalgic night – and it was – but it was so much more than we expected!

For starters, we found out the opening band was to be Loverboy of all bands! We scoffed. We purposely left late for the show, not caring one iota about seeing their set. The Mrs. and I were middle-school aged kids when Loverboy exploded and of course we liked them at the time, same as all our contemporaries, but we never owned any of their records and in our jaded post-punk minds, they were sort of joke band, a caricature of 80’s music. Well, as luck would have it, we just sailed into the venue and despite leaving late we got seated right when they started their set. And boy are we glad we did!

Don’t let the looks fool you, Mike Reno is still an awesome vocalist!

To our shock and amazement, Loverboy were OUTSTANDING! Honestly I’d forgotten how many radio hits they had from back in the day and they just cranked ’em out, one after another. The playing was excellent and Mike Reno’s voice sounded as good today as it did 40 years ago. It was really impressive! I have a new found appreciation for them and I’m frankly still in a bit of shock over how great they were. Who would’ve guessed?!?!

Awesome guitar work and AMAZING tone!! One of the best sounding guitars I’ve heard in a long time!

Foreigner started their set with “Double Vision” and they came to deliver! Much like the Loverboy set, theirs was basically a Greatest Hits collection, and again I had forgotten just how many hits they’d put out over the years.

This guy! Holy smokes, what a player!!

Now, I realize that this version of Foreigner has none of the original players, but some of the “new guys” have been in the band 15-20 years and the musicianship was simply phenomenal. Seriously. Each and every one of the guys on stage put up a blistering performance and it was honestly one of the best shows I’ve even seen, insofar as the precision and perfection with which they played. With the possible exception of Rush, it was the most “professional” rock show I’ve ever experienced. Just flawless. And what made it even more amazing was that it was ALL live. No backing tracks, no audio trickery, just a bunch of exceptional musicians performing real music at the highest level. Seriously, these guys are world class musicians, and together they were AMAZING. And the icing on the delicious cake was that it was immediately obvious that the band was having a great time doing it!

One of the best front men I’ve ever seen live!

I’m so grateful for our kid bringing this show to our attention and for my lovely wife for snatching up the tickets! This show was SOOO much more than simple nostalgia, it was a reminder of what made me fall in love with music, what made me want to be a musician, what drove me to attend hundreds of shows over the last four decades. It was an absolute blast and a show I’m sure to remember for a long, long time!

If you have the opportunity, I cannot give a higher recommendation for a concert. If you love good, old fashioned, straight ahead rock and roll you’d be hard pressed to find a better band to see live!

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Road Trip! Oregon Coast

Just got back from a whirlwind trip up to Oregon for some much needed battery recharging.   What a delightful trip! I only wish we were able to stay longer, like say 20 years or so…

Getting out of town (SF Bay Area) was a disaster. Traffic was so bad it was unbelievable. And that was BEFORE we hit the hour delay at the Richmond Bridge, where some super-genius motorist tried playing tag with a motorcycle. Yeah, not a great plan. Mechanical carnage but no meat-wagon, so I can only assume the rider was OK, but geez… How you can cause an accident that bad while slowing down to go through the toll booth is beyond me. Some people’s stupidity knows no bounds, I suppose.

The drive up took us a tad over 11 hours (with a couple pit stops) which is way too much driving for a weekend trip, but once we arrived, it somehow all seemed worth it.

Our home-base for the weekend was in Gold Beach – the TuTu’Tun Lodge – which is simply phenomenal. This was our 3rd stay with them, and it most certainly won’t be our last.

A room with a view!

We spent a lot of time cruising around, exploring the general area between Brookings and Bandon, and had a really nice relaxing time.

Bandon was a place I’ve wanted to visit for years, but this was the first time we made it that far north. And we LOVED it. Seriously, I’d move there tomorrow if given the chance. Beautiful place, friendly people, just a great, laid back atmosphere.

Lighthouse in Bandon, OR

Another exceptional find was the “Semi-Aquatic Gallery” in Brookings. We found about 30 pieces of art we would have been thrilled to leave with, but whittled it down to two prints – one for home and one for the Mrs.’ Classroom. And a couple postcards and a very cool t-shirt to boot. Gotta support the Arts, people!!

The trip came to an end much too soon, and we were back on the road about 10:45am Sunday. The ride was mellow and easy going for the first 7 hours, but once we hit Santa Rosa there was no question we were back in the muck of the Bay Area. By the time we hit the Richmond Bridge, it was a traffic nightmare once again and I found myself asking the Mrs. “what on earth are we doing coming back here?” It seemed like a horrible mistake. We finally rolled into home about 9:30pm., unpacked and hit the sheets due to an early wake-up for work today.

All in all, it was a great weekend, traffic aside. Very relaxing and somewhat “intoxicating” – I am completely, unabashedly in love with the Oregon Coast. It has literally everything I love – ocean beaches, rivers, dense forests and farmlands. I cannot imagine a better combination!

The trick now is figuring out how to make the place “home” rather than a getaway!

Thank you Oregon and all you fantastic Oregonians we met along the way! We had a blast and can’t wait to get back!

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In Memorium: Uncle Jack

Yesterday the Mrs. and I attended a “Celebration of Life” gathering in memory if my dearly departed Uncle Jack.

My Uncle Jack was a really special guy, the life of the party and a friend to everyone he met. He married my father’s sister when I was but a small kid and I’d say of all the extended family I’ve got, we spent the more time with them than with any other relations, on both sides of the family. I always, ALWAYS looked forward to a visit with Uncle Jack and Aunt Mary.

Yesterday my Aunt asked folks to share stories and such of Jack, but I found myself a little too emotional to speak. Although he passed some time ago, I suppose yesterday was the first time it felt real and I really started to process his loss. Anyhow, I thought I’d share one particular memory of him here, for posterity. And maybe eventually, I’ll let people in my family know about this blog and share it with them.

This is a story- one of many I’m sure- that captures just what a special guy Uncle Jack was…

So, many decades ago, I must’ve been maybe 10 or 11 at the most, Aunt Mary and Uncle Jack invited me to go on a camping trip with them and some other family friends. I was so young, I don’t remember any of the details insofar as what lake we were at and exactly how long we were there, but what I can remember – clear as day, as though it happened last week and not 45ish years ago – was Uncle Jack taking me out to learn how to water-ski. Now, I was NOT an athletic kid by any stretch of the imagination, I was NOT a good swimmer and I’d never been on a boat, much less been dragged behind one attempting to stand up on a pair of skis. As you might imagine, things did not go well for me. But Uncle Jack was beyond patient, and kept encouraging me to keep trying. Well, I did. For a while. But I simply couldn’t get the hang of it and the excersize ended in frustration and embarrassment for me. I felt humiliation, though I didn’t even know that word back then. They hauled me back into the boat after I gave up, exhausted, bruised and beaten. All I wanted to do at that point was go home.

Now, this being the 1970’s, the usual adult response to this would have been to mock the kid for being a “pussy” or make fun of their failure to “toughen the kid up”. Not Jack.

Instead of making fun and letting me wallow in misery, he threw me in the driver’s seat and taught me how to drive the freakin’ boat! The next thing you know, I’d forgotten all about my humiliation and I’m having the time of my life pulling other folks around on skis, feeling like king of the world driving around this hot-rodded, kick ass ski boat.

The rest of the trip went without another skiing attempt for me, but I drove that boat every day and had the time of my life on that trip.

That’s how it was with Uncle Jack. He loved life and wanted everyone around to love it too. He was a very special man and I’ll never forget him.

Godspeed Uncle Jack. I’ll see you on the other side, and we’ll take another long overdue boat ride!

Cleaning out the pipes…

Today I started a 10-day “cleanse” as recommended by my Accupuncturist/Nutritionist. Probably long overdue.

Some time ago (sometime between 1-2 years), the Mrs. and I did a 21-day cleanse and it turned out to be one if the most miserable experiences of my life. BUT! Despite the misery, it did help me kick some bad habits (like too much coffee, carbs and sugars), I shed maybe 9-10 pounds, and when all was said and done I DID actually feel better.

But old habits die hard, as they say… The coffee intake kept creeping up, pizzas and pastas and potatoes and breads and all the foods that make life worth living became more of the norm instead of a treat. Sodas started showing their ugly heads again. And don’t get me started on the Holiday Season – basically all self-control went out the window from about a week before Halloween until a week after New Year ’23.

But it’s catching up with me, and then some. My gym routine is non-existent at the moment and my “diet” has been whatever sounds good at the time. Not a big deal when you’re 17 and on the swim team, in the marching band and riding a skateboard a few miles per day. Now? At 55? Spending most of my day at a desk and commuting 2hrs. per day in a car? Not so much. Turns out, too much of a “good” thing is NOT so great for us geezers-in-training.

Not feeling like I’ve hit “rock bottom” or anything, but haven’t been feeling, or doing great this year. And the mediocre health is bleeding over into everything else in my life, which is a big red flag signaling that a change in in order.

No time like the present I suppose. Things are in a bit of a lull. No upcoming shows this month, no auditions, no extraordinary projects and no road trips until the end of July. So now is as good a time as any to lean into the misery.

So wish me luck. I’m kinda dreading the next 10 days, but also hoping this is just the kick in the pants I need to get me back on the right track. There are still waves that need to be surfed, trails to be hiked and drums to be played… I need to get back in “fighting” shape if I’m to enjoy any of that!

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Road Trip! Pismo Beach, CA.

EDITOR’S NOTE: This post is being published about a week late… I guess in the thrill of it all, I forgot to hit the Publish button… I’m going to go ahead and post, as this blog has become my “backup hard drive”, and helps me remember what I did last week. Without further delay:

Loaded up the wagon with the board, wetsuits, assorted delicious things for eating and drinking and the Mrs. and headed 3.25 hours south for a few days in Pismo Beach!

Easy drive, perfect weather, not terribly crowded…so far so good! Pray for good surf!

Our home away from home for the next few days…

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Better Late Than Never.

EDITOR’S NOTE: This post is being published about a week late… I guess in the thrill of it all, I forgot to hit the Publish button… I’m going to go ahead and post, as this blog has become my “backup hard drive”, and helps me remember what I did last week. Without further delay:

Here it is, the LAST day of June ’23 and I FINALLY got back in the water and took the surfboard for a spin!

The conditions are not great, and truthfully they usually aren’t at this time of year in this locale, but it felt GREAT to just get out there and be IN the ocean after such a long pause.

I love the beach, always have, and can hang out on the beach all day, but it pales in comparison to being in the water. There is just something magical about it.

Feeling very fortunate at the moment, and grateful for the pause in “real life”.

Might do another session tonight, and have one planned for tomorrow morning with one of my oldest and dearest friends, so more to come.

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The Storm Before the Calm.

Well it’s been a while and I’ve been lagging here, so I figured I should at least do a little catch up.

The last couple weeks have off the charts ridiculous at work.  Longer hours, bigger work load and fewer guys to distribute the load to.  And oddly instead of commute-time traffic getting better after schools letting out for Summer, it’s been exponentially worse the last few weeks.  Not that I’m not accustomed to bad traffic, its just that extra hour – hour and a half a day eats into my non-work life…

I did get a day out fishing last weekend with my brother-in-law Kaptain Karel. Unfortunately after a couple hours at sea, seasickness whipped me pretty good as the swells got a little gnarly.  Nonetheless, it was still a good day overall and I’ve got a bunch of nice fish in the freezer.

Catch of the day…

On the music front, things have been slower than I’d like, but I’m still getting out and playing here and there, even posted up a few new clips in my YouTube channel.

Random beats.  I record ’em so I don’t forget ’em

I’ve also got a new potential band in the works with some folks I found on BandMix.com.  We’ve not yet met in person so it may be nothing, but they’ve given me a few tunes to learn over the next couple weeks while the guitarist is out of town.  So who knows?  Come mid-July I might finally be back in an actual band for a change.   I don’t like to get my hopes up, as I’ve been down this road many, many times over the last 4 decades.  Nonetheless, I’m excited about it and looking forward to jamming with some new folks.

The best news of all however is that I’m officially on vacation for the next week!  And it’s shaping up to be a good one.  We’ve got a concert to go to, its the Mrs.’ Birthday, and we’re heading back down to Pismo Beach for a few days. That should also allow for me getting back in the water for the FIRST SURF OF THE YEAR! Geez, how sad is that? The year is half over and I haven’t surfed a single time. Something has gone sideways if that’s the case… it HAS been a weird one, that’s for sure.

Anyhow, that’s about the size of it for now. June has been a blur thus far, but a much needed respite is in the wings. More to come…

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Bay Area Gem: Sonia’s Kitchen, San Jose, CA.

Sonia’s Kitchen is one of my favorite places of all time. I’ve been a huge fan ever since my first foray into the place, which was somewhere about late 1987.

Now, I will say in spite of being a regular there for 35ish years, I’ve never, and I mean NEVER had anything besides the cheesesteak sandwich. Why? Because it is THAT good! Seriously. That being said, I cannot attest to anything other than their cheesesteak sandwiches.

Now, I LOVE cheesesteak sandwiches and I have eaten them at many an establishment over the years, but Sonia’s are the one by which all others are measured. And they have yet to be bested. What is amazing is that they have remained consistent, as in exactly the same today as they were in the mid-80’s. That is saying something!

Now, I have my gripes with them too… Primarily the hours of operation: Monday- Friday, 11am – 4pm. Back in the day they were open later, and you could grab a sandwich after work, but as the employees aged (and passed away, sadly), there are only two of them left, and I guess that’s all the business they can handle themselves. The situation being what it is, anytime I have a day off during the week, we make it a point to make the trek. And I never regret it. When I first started going there, I worked maybe a mile from the place. A year or so later, I moved downtown and I only had to go about 6 blocks, an easy bike ride. Now it takes a 15-20 minute drive to get there from home, and it is worth every mile!

Nowadays I really try to relish each visit, knowing each time could be my last. The proprietor is at an age, she could’ve retired 15 years ago easily, and the cook has been there every single time I’ve been there, at the same grill. He’s no spring chicken either, but he still whips up a mean sandwich! They started with 4, now it’s just the two of them and I’ve NEVER seen an “outsider” working the shop, not a single time. She works the counter, he works the kitchen, and that’s it. So, yesterday’s sandwich may have been my last. I certainly hope not, but I know such a thing of beauty cannot last forever.

So if ever find yourself in San Jose, and you’re a fan of cheesesteak sandwiches, you owe it to yourself to stop in at Sonia’s Kitchen. They are on William St., between 9th and 10th streets. As my pops likes to say, “you better get, while the getting is good!”. The best kept secret in San Jose. Don’t let the look of the place fool you, it’s a diamond in the rough!

The Sonia statue!

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