“DC… whatever you do… never… ever… say ANYTHING into that microphone!”

I didn’t know it at the time, but Bob’s brilliant album would be the last recording I would ever do…

Within weeks we had garnered a huge following, and packed dance floors were the norm…

Despite all of our shortcomings, there was always something special about our quirky friendship…

Jeff and his beautiful girlfriend, Lois, referred to themselves Lois Lane and Superman, after Jeff’s song “Superman”, written for her…

Round two with Kirk and Hal was good. We settled into a nice groove and the music was sounding “mighty fine, mighty pretty…”

All in all, I had some great times playing with Brian Flynn and his cast of crazy characters…

Steve, John and I sequestered ourselves at River Run Studios in Outlaw Land (Aspen Springs). We created our own magical world where anything seemed possible…

Music had brought John and me together, but our relationship had become much more spiritually connected than simply playing music together…

By 1995, the fog of tribulation had set in. The first to be enveloped by trouble was Ray Dog. His twisted ways had cost him time behind bars…