IN THE BEGINNING It was strange....to feel the verbal and spiritual hatred being thrown at me by somebody my age and size (about 3 years old or so) somewhere in 1943 or 1944. One of those things....you can't think or speak....you are just so astonished.... To think that somebody hated me so much, because of my appearance....although mystified at the time. I can realize now, 60 years later that he must have been "coached" by ignorance to be that way..... Many years later in 1960, when I stepped off the train at 3'o'clock in the early morning mist in san Antonio, Texas for basic training, there was a movie house across the street that had a door on each side of the front, and over one door, it said "colored" and over the other, a sign that said "white", and I thought, that's interesting, they have color movies on one side of the theatre, and black and white on the other side....... I had been born and raised in Polynesia (Hawaii). Being mostly white, I was the one chastised and excluded because of the way I looked.....in school, most of the people were brown....there was no cable tv (we didn't have tv until I was twelve) no CNN, there were only two shows on tv at 4:00 and 4:30 on Tuesday and Thursday on one channel...."crusader rabbit " and "highway patrol" no news, so the world was decidedly very small for me...... So being excluded from normal social inventions, I found things that required only MY participation.....bicycles, model airplanes, rockets, then cars (hotrods) which I'm still doing. So for part of my youth, when I wasn't swimming or surfing in the beautiful water, I was modifying war surplus radios and building 'kit' radios.....always fascinated by how changing a piece of crystal would change the frequency, either transmitting, or receiving..... It's a beautiful, dark clear night with several million stars all around...on an island in the middle of the pacific, and I'm searching the airwaves for anything....and a faint strain.....(and it's very distant, and fading in and out, as things did in those days) and I can't believe how powerful the music makes me feel......later on, I would learn it was the music from the black people..... Emanating from the power wattage monster radio station just across the San Diego border in Mexico... and the disc jockey's name was wolfman jack....a few times in winter, I could pick up hunter hancock out of Los Angeles(?) The music just fascinated me...looking out of my bedroom window around midnight, in 1952 listening to my little 5-watt radio, just barely pulling in the signal on a clear and chilly late fall evening....and I knew that somewhere.....there was life.... I started playing electric guitar March 15th, 1972. I was living in Hollywood, had been married to a producers daughter, worked independents,fox, national general, Disney. One day, sitting out in the water at Malibu, on my surfboard, I came to a plateau in my life. I needed to know if there was a purpose for life, why there was cruelty, intolerance, terror, fraud, deceit, inhumanity. So when that part of my life all came to an end, I went on a deep search for the answers and also bought an electric guitar which I had been wanting to play ever since that magical night when I first heard "T-Bone Walker" playing "Stormy Monday" on that clear, cool night so long ago.......... So I was living in North Hollywood, and been practicing for a few months, and then heard something I couldn't believe!!! It was the Allman Brothers Band "Live at Fillmore East" And that was it. Now I was gone. That sounded like wherever it was I wanted to be..... Andre Segovia had written out the diatonic major and minor scales in three octaves in all the keys for six-string guitar. So while I knew I would never play like him, I figured, this guy's great, so if I practice what he says (around the cycle) I should probably get pretty good at whatever it is I'm going to do........ In 1975, I moved to the big island (Hawaii) where I still am, moved into a remote area and practiced just about all day, every day, for a very long time. I'm still here, 31 years later..... I also fell in love with all the big chords (major 7, minor 9, dominant 9, major nine, suspended, augmented, diminished, etc.).........so along with the scales came all the big, beautiful chords which also took years of practice to be fluent with....never been in a band, don't play many of other peoples songs (because I don't know how)....but, because of what I've practiced, and listened to.....it all sounds like stuff from the western hemisphere.......... I play a les paul through a digitech 2112 (which produces phenomenally huge sounds) with a gr9 guitar synth into a mackie mixer into jbl powered speakers and subs, so even at a moderate volume, the sound is BIG...however, I prefer to play at a volume that I would, if I were ever to have played at the Fillmore East had I ever been lucky enough to do that..... The music that entrances me, and still does, would be "Frankie Lymon AND the teenagers " of 1955 (important to include all of them) "Jimi Hendrix and the band of gypsys live at the Fillmore "The Allman Brothers Band of 1971 live at the Fillmore The great Olivia Newton John and John Farrar And many others who were only known for one hit but with a with a permanent impact. What do they share in common that just "takes me away"? They all played full-on, foot to the floor, guts-out.....and all with the rarely attainable, magical cohesion and chemistry which seems to come only as a gift and takes all of our breaths away with the sheer power we sense in our spirits........... I would just like to see if anybody liked my stuff before I have to leave....just let it live or die on it's own.....for I am: An amplified guitar player...locked forever in an eternal teenage portrait of joy, optimism, and beauty............ HURRY BEFORE The roar of the moment becomes but the whisper of a distant memory.