I spent much of today cleaning out closets and the attic of clothes, mostly belonging to my deceased parents, to pack up and donate to charity. I also threw in a few things of mine that I either no longer fit in or don’t have the interest in continuing to wear.
Then I came upon this – an old vest that I used to wear when I played in my first punk bands. Holy cow! I vaguely remember finding this white vest at a Salvation Army store, then attacking it with red and blue markers to create a Union Jack. I was totally into the Mod look at the time, listening to The Jam, The Who, The Kinks, and The Small Faces.
I also put a few badges on it, relating to punk, Mod, reggae, and ska bands. Boy, did this bring back tons of memories:
- the Peavey T-20 bass, my first real bass. That thing weighed a ton, but it was full-scale, and I felt like a real musician. I sold it after a few years, got some better basses, but a couple of years back I purchased another one before they started being considered “vintage” and going up in price.
- the mid-70s Fender Bassman amplifier and a homemade speaker cabinet. Unfortunately, I gave that amp head to a female bass player that I had a crush on, but I still have the speaker cab. Loaded with a 15-inch Eminence and covered in polka-dot carpeting. An ex-friend borrowed it for a while and let her cat scratch its claws all over it.
- the dozens of musicians that I worked with back in the early to mid-80s. Bands were everywhere, so you seemed to cross paths with just about everyone in Detroit. I laugh now that, in bluegrass bands, it is nothing to hear that members come from three or four different states. Back then, bands in the Detroit music scene rarely had members that were more than a few miles from each other. I can even remember there was this big East vs. West thing, where rarely did you work with someone on the other side of Woodward Avenue.
- the Venues. Hamtramck was the epicenter. Besides Lili’s 21 and Paycheck’s Lounge, there were at least a dozen other bars in that two-square-mile city that bands could play. Even the most talent-less band could find a gig on a weeknight somewhere. Plus the dozens more bars in the suburbs, attempting to cash in on the burgeoning new-wave scene that ended up never really happening.
- the Metro Times. Everyone grabbed a copy on Wednesday afternoon to see what bands were playing where. If you were a musician, you always checked out the “Musicians Wanted” classified ads to see who was looking for a guitarist/bassist/drummer into the music that you were into. Keyboardists were a hot commodity. Even if you couldn’t play one, if you had a synthesizer, you were in!
I could go on, but there’s way too much to talk about. I’m glad that time was a part of my life, especially my musical life. I learned a lot about music and the business back then, and realized that dreams are usually just that. Everyone at the time thought that they were going to be the next Beatles. It didn’t happen, but we had some fun trying to get there.
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