A Bulgarian Rhapsody


                    2004: Recruited 

I've been trying to call Bulgaria. I have it from semi-reliable sources that Bulgaria wants me to play for their international jazz festival. This in itself is amazing as I do not play Bulgarian jazz, or any jazz…

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A Real Phish Story

Max Creek, circa 1972 at The Rockinghorse Pub in Hartford, CT                                                                  Bob, David, Mark & John

It was just before Christmas. A fresh, clean snow blanketed the world outside my window, a fire crackled in the wood stove and the…

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Mystery of IED Solved

  "Mousedozer"     Mystery of IED Solved

You just can’t make this stuff up. Really. You just can't. 

It was a dark, bitter cold night actively being strangled by the frozen fingers of February. Gusts of wind rattled the windows, threatening intrusion…

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2006: The Advent of Analog Man in a Digital World



             2006: The Advent of the Analog Man in a Digital World 

After casually observing my futile attempt to decipher the mysteries of the television remote control, pushing button after button in unsuccessful attempts to change channels and adjust the sound…

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The Soloist


The tarnished brass ashtray clattered down, spilling three day’s worth of its rank contents onto the worn out wooden boarding-house floor. Tanner Simmons, startled by the ashtray’s intruding descent, sat up suddenly from the disheveled nest he’d created upon the…

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You Can Just Just Ask Al


“Surely it’s sad, sometimes you must choose,
The friends you must pick, the friends you gotta lose…”

-“Over My Shoulder” by John Coster

Somebody bashed into my car in a parking lot. They left a sizeable wound on my poor…

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Last of the Caribbean Cowboys!


The late afternoon Caribbean sun hung warm and low in the azure sky as I was driving from sleepy Coral Bay over the Centerline Road. I was on my way down into town to pick up my sister at the…

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The Kelvinator


Upon arriving at my funky little lime-green Shackteau out in Coral Bay, St. John after what had been sixteen hours of grueling car/plane/boat/taxi travel carrying with me a few guitars, a PA and enough clothes to last three months, I…

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The Ragtime Millionaire's Wild Ride




There are times when on the road of one’s career, one finds that they might benefit from a new direction, a fresh beginning, a different map. Such was the 'pit-stop' I found myself in with the music biz many years…

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Who Is Dr. Ea$y?

 Readers of my stories and gig announcements will often see a reference to a certain “Dr. Easy”. There never seems to be an actual, verified photo or video of him; he's nowhere to be found backstage at shows; no one…

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