The Boy Who Couldn't Jump   I had a great  trip to the Malaysian Festival but after a long flight home, woke up with  paralysis of analysis - a condition that makes me think way too much about love and life and things that have no easy answers.   It all started when I was a kid and kept wondering why the sky was blue and then my father died and I wondered about him so much sometimes that it got in...

Grant Wyatt and the Teenage Rock Gods...  The guy in the picture with the blond hair looking off into space is Grant Wyatt.  Maybe Grant is just posing for the camera knowing somehow I would use his picture to tell a story. Grant was like that, he thought a lot about the future and didn't always like what he saw. I suppose that's why he lived so much in moment. I'm the guy with the guitar, next...

Queen Never Had a Bad Hair Day   I have a show in a few hours. The song list is set. Guitars and amps are jammed into the tour bus which these days is a faded electric blue Ford hatchback. Clothes for tonights performance will be blue jeans - they are in the dryer as I write and a classic shirt from a vintage shop. The kind Eric Clapton looked so good in at the George Harrison memorial concert.

The Girl Who Blinked...    My MRI The bed bug bites from the cheap motel in LA are gone now but the memories of being in southern California, in the middle of music business and belonging, are still so strong.     It’s raining outside and my shoulder, elbow and arm are really sore again. They just hurt. Before LA, I went to a clinic and had an MRI scan to figure out exactly why I was hurting....

Fierce bed bugs, Ted’s electric guitar and a band called Rabbit… I was bitten by bed bugs in a cheap motel in LA a few weeks ago on my way to play for the National Association of Music Manufacturers.The event was not open to the public but somehow 90,000 people show up to talk and listen and learn everything new in the music business. Rock stars, lots of them, wander around. And yeah, I was there...