OK....I'm dating myself here....
Do you remember the Beatles, the Stones, the Grateful Dead. Yes? How about the Turtles, the Yardbirds, Mobey Grape, the Byrds? OK! Well.....I wasn't involved with any of them! I was in a band called......wait for it.....(drum roll)......Us Kids. There, I've not mentioned that name for years. For good reason. We sucked!
Oh, as local talent goes, I guess we were OK. I was the oldest member, playing lead guitar, at 14 years of age. Local being Washington, Oregon and Northern California.
I grew up in a small town in southern Oregon called Medford. I had always liked music and dreamed of one day playing sax in a "cherry (cool) rock band". That day came and went, as many do and soon I was drawn to guitar.....myself and just about everyone reading this I would imagine. A "sweet" $24.00 Sears guitar. I was on my way, baby. I could just see it! Money.....Fame....Girls....recreational dr.....I mean beer. (Just kidding....not into drugs) I started forming little bands that could (if prompted) blurt out a very poor rendition of Louie Louie and not much else. As my search for talent continued, fueled by the above mentioned rewards, I eventually ran into three other boys with fairly similar dreams (aside from our lead singer who's parents obviously saw him becoming famous and supporting them in thier old age).
We practiced hard. Played any venue we could beg ourselves onto. Took on a manager who leased us brand new equipment. Wrote some very forgetable songs and we pushed on.
After winning a few local battle of the bands (I'm sure some by default) we thought ourselves ready to take it to the next level. A RECORD! Remember those? Now you're dating yourselves. Yes, a 45 rpm with a single on each side. Side A: "I Love The Rain" and on side B: "Checkout". We equiped ourselves with Beatle boots and trudged off to Portland, Oregon's Rex Master Studios to cut it. Believe it or not......we climded the charts on the local "Top 25" on KBOY am radio. We started out at number 23, I think ( been a lotta years) and shot all the way up to the number two spot just under the Beatles "Yellow Submarine". It's something to hear yourself on a car radio.
Alas, with that minor success our parents began to take us seriously. The bickering began about who would get credit for what...yada yada yada...and just as we were near to signing a deal with Columbia Records....BAM!....the band was blown apart by our "supportive parents".
So that's it. My near-brush with fame. It's the first time I've thought of those days since my boy found my old 45 (gotta keep one for old time sake, right?) and asked me to tell HIM the story.
Well, here I am today, sharing with you. A little grayer, a little heavier and I hope, a little more wise and, more importantly, famous to the people who really count.....my family.
Fini.