In the beginning...
| After moving to Massachussetts from Arizona in late summer of 1966, I felt alone and maybe was a bit angry that I had been transplanted. My mom and dad both were supportive about me getting together with other musicians, I guess since they knew I would take like a duck to water to the new surroundings if I could just get to play. |
| In my Mechanical Drawing class at Bedford High School, this guy who sat in front of me found out I played guitar. Turns out he was a bass player and a drummer and ended up asking me to come to a jam session over on Hanscom Air Force Base. The jam session took place in a large garage type building that was probably an Air Force workplace during the week. It was all okay, but I recall that we had three guitar players and a bass player who also played drums. |
| We all got together a few more times, and one of those sessions Dave brought another guitar player named John Wicklund. I don't remember if they were good friends or not, but Dave & I both liked his playing. But the overall sessions just had too many guitars. We stopped meeting to jam. |
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John Wicklund |
| Christmas came and Santa was good to me. Seems someone (translate to my mom & dad) took pity on me and decided what I really needed was the Farfisa organ I had talked about for the last couple of years. I was ecstatic. I called up Dave to give him the good news and Dave called up John. Within days the three of us were jamming again without the others. This time we had guitar, organ, and drums. We decided that we needed Dave more on drums than bass - especially since I had two octaves of bass keys on the organ. It sounded pretty good. We decided to become a band. |