D D/G D D/G D D/G D D/G D D/G D D/G Took the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street D D/G D D/G Across the water and home through the town D D/G D D/G Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet D D/G D D/G Pretty soon now, I … Read more
This is what I’ve learned so far… So you get this phone call. “DUDE! Guess what! We just bought new ear monitors for the band!” “Huh?” “Yeah! And we fired that loser monitor dude too. You’re gonna mix monitors! It’ll be GREAT!” Thus begins your journey into the world of ‘ear monitors’. The … Read more
Interview done for EQ magazine. Originally this was intended to get less information on a different subject, but I thought the whole thing was pretty interesting in it’s own right… and it’s almost word for word off the tape. EQ passed. In 1970 Buford Jones took a job fixing power amps for a … Read more
I’d been watching the entrance past her shoulder for at least thirty minutes when I decided to see the inside. We’d been nudged and hinted toward for a while as the waiter tried to clear his tables and close his station, but the tables inside were still open and the maître d’ refused to let … Read more
At this point things were looking pretty weird. I’d decided I’d be careful around this woman. I mean, she actually wasn’t the first person to ever fricassée my fingers. Well, maybe she was, but there was something about her. I mean, she seemed harmless enough. Not really, but she seemed like she wouldn’t kill me. Well, maybe she would, but probably later, not right away, and for some reason I thought that was ok.
Morning came late that day. I remember the maid opening my door about seven a.m.. “Qui est là, ” I asked. “Service,” she replied. I also remember flinging my shoe toward her ignorant head as it poked through the door. “Reviens après le lever du soleil, veux-tu?” I said. The door slammed and I slept … Read more
Orly is a wonderful airport. Modern and efficient, it is quite easy to reach by train. The train rides underground through central Paris but soon rises into neighborhoods which struck my american eye as clean and quaint. After a few brick- and-arch styled stations one meets a more modern apartment and warehouse district that could … Read more
Bleeding. Got to stop the bleeding. It won’t matter if they heard you if you bleed to death first. I swept the glass from in front of the door and closed it quietly. I was in a small hallway next to the kitchen. I went to the sink to tend my bleeding hand. I’d watched … Read more