Lucky Bazooka and the Adaptors before playing the big City. You know, every backstage is a slum of spewed phlegm. You see the artists on the stage, but don't realize they had to escape the rat hole in back from which their gear was being stolen while they performed. Only recently, somebody returned Bob Dylan's leather jacket. I heard U2 finally got a suitcase of songs returned. Me? Well, I lost some real colector's items... a few jackets, a couple of excellent hand-art-re-made guitars and suff I needed to calm me down for the ride back. I only said that to sound hip... but mostly true anyway. You work your whole life to bring it to the people, then your pick-up truck and a few boxes of master tapes get "lost" all while you are trying to stay cheerful and be one of the many who develops something that works. Here, I was using my security keys on Maharishi University Campus to use our video studio lights for promo pictures with a self-timer camera. Folks got really confused by the artist musicians that seemed to love each other too much to allow them to live (that), too free. Everyone of these folks posing with me has done a fair share of touring by now. Carol goes world-wide on occasion... folk festivals and such. Charlie, Joel, Kenny and I have continued to evolve through a range of showcased (various) indy bands. You can't stop us!