Where to start ??? How to start (really, 'How to beat inertia, sloth and/or fear... in order to start?') ??? What to say about or in "ABOUT" without being loquacious or self indulgent (freakin' tall order there, Mate!) ???? How do ya not leave anything out and/yet again, not ramble ??? Ya see, this shit is so exciting and neat and wholesome (which is not ground where I tread often), to contain my pen is not gonna be easy. I shall try though.
My first two 'favorite' tunes were My Eyes Adored You & The Best of My Love by Frankie Valli and The Eagles, so ya know I was a romantic from the get-go and I had an ear for melodic pop. I bought myself a little transistor radio and switched between Philadelphia's WFIL on the AM dial and WiFi 92 on the FM dial, taking in the last of Motown and early-mid 70's pop 'n rock with equal parts disdain and deep affection. The first two albums I bought were the Eagles Greatest Hits '71-'75 and... Dark Side of the Moon.
Matt DiPietro, a buddy (who later became an excellent HS and college swimmer), had a brother who turned us on to The Dr. Demento Show, a syndicated hour long radio program from California . Hilarious stuff and high brow for 7th grade kids - we were just smart enough to grasp most of the humor. Per most things super-awesome in life, the hour each Sunday evening ended WAY too fucking soon. Right after the show though, an adult rock station (WYSP) let progressive rock'n'roll wash over us and made us forget what we were laughing so hard at only minutes before. King Crimson, Jethro Tull, the Grateful Dead, Van the Man, Pink Floyd, The Band, Little Feat, Fairport Convention, Genesis, The Allman Brothers, ELO, Weather Report, Jean Luc Ponty, Renaissance and the rest of the best... I was 14 years old and loving and sucking into my heart and head and soul the best music heretofore ever recorded. My love affair with music started here, but the thought of playing an instrument or being in a band never entered my head until...
Moved to Spring Lake Hts., NJ at the end of 2004... the bar scene was a lot more omnipresent than in Centre Square, PA & the neighboring environs. It seemed to me the saltwater got into the atmosphere and made everyone really thirsty. Also, the bars had a lot more live music here. Further, they played stuff like Little Feat, Neil Young and bucket loads of Dead and they played it well. I loved being reconnected with my brother (more on that anytime you're curious) and I loved being by the ocean, but besides the Mighty Manatees, you couldn't find a decent band where I was coming from - so I was in music appreciation heaven.
Speaking of heaven, I was heading out of Confession one Saturday afternoon when the priest asked me to check how many more souls he had to fix as I was leaving. I peaked my head out, saw no one waiting and reported this back to my confessor (we'll call him Padre Cash, for fun, here). I asked, "Why, you gotta do the 5?" "No, the pastor has the 5 today." "Well, I'm gonna to get a beer and a sandwich. You're welcome to join me - I can show you a couple decent spots." He was newly ordained, new to the area and looked, if you didn't know better, more like the biggest altar boy in the world, than a priest who previously kicked a lot of ass as an MMA fighter.
Anyway, long story endless, we had a grand time making sure the local beer and Jameson inventories didn't peak and because of his youth, he was actually able to make it to his early mass and muscle through the rest of them later that Sunday... Turns out Padre's family bought him a Gibson J45 as an Ordination present and the bastard could play Gaelic tunes, the Pogues stuff, Elvis and Johnny Cash material as if he wrote the shit. Between our budding friendship and the local music scene, I figured I'd throw my hat in the ring. Found Danny White first, to show me the Pentatonic Scale with a p.o.s. Squire Strat and then local bluesman, Castle Browne, who showed me how to work that scale into Dylan's Knockin' on Heaven's Door.
Around that time I met my future wife and the shit was on! Or shall I say, I got infected with GAS and am still suffering with it to this day, blissfully suffering.
There's more to it, but I promised to endeavor to be short and though I have failed, I have tried hard. Buy guitars and amps from me. Please. I guarantee your satisfaction and I'm too a'scared of God to rip you off.
God bless and thank you, Jammin' Josey Whales Kane