My Mythological Narrative

Moving back to NYC I had a series of very strange jobs. All an adventure.

The first time we played at the Moravian Lounge ( or the “The Mo” as we called it) was in the fall of 1976. The gig was 5 sets a night, 5 days a week and we ended up staying there (the first time) for about 50 weeks. The Mo was in a suburb called Clinton Township in the outer ring of the Detroit Metropolitan area, not far from lake Sinclair in Macomb county. I had turned 18 the previous May and was already pretty indoctrinated to the bar band life. Most of the area was farms until the 1960s but

In the Fall of 1977, I moved from Berkley MI, to Washington Heights, on the upper west side of Manhattan NY. Moving from a segregated Detroit suburb to a multicultural urban area offered a quick education in the ways of the larger world. The reason for the move was to go to school at the Institute of Audio Research, which offered a one-year program in audio recording and record making. In the end, I worked at a studio on 72nd and Broadway owned by Herb Abramson, one of the founders of Atlantic

Charlie Brown’s was on Kenneth street in Pontiac, MI. off of Telegraph Rd. by Dixie Hwy. Dennis, Marshall, Rick Boehms and I played there for 16 weeks; five nights a week, probably four sets a night, the year I graduated from high school (1976). When our friends or family would initially come up, the first thing they would say is “Oh, this isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.” I’m sure, though, after experiencing a Friday or Saturday night at Charlie Brown’s, they felt differently. I’

There are people who forever change your life. This is one of those stories.

Episode 3 is called High School