Mid-Life Crisis #99

Man. I thought these (1989-1990?) pics were long, long gone...this is me with Electric Whip, one of my longest-running bands-we lasted four or five years...I wish I had some recordings. I thought everything- including these pics- had been lost, but who knows? Someone might still have a copy. All I have are some live cassettes- muddy- sounding, but man...we had some great moments.

L to R :This is Jorge, our percussionist, who later formed a salsa band called Bio-Ritmo. Jorge eventually got kicked out of his own band and moved back to Puerto Rico. We were roomates and had some troubles, but overall, he was a solid friend. I hope he's doing well.

Bobby, our drummer, was a schizophrenic. When his madness allowed, he was one of the best natural drummers I've ever played with. Back then, giant-ass drumkits were in vogue- Bobby played a 4-piece Ludwig and made it big like Bonham. He eventually went crazy and never quite made it back home...very sad.

Greg was our bassist. He was (still is) an amazing player- he really contributed a lot to our overall 'sound'...I'd give him these totally fucked-up, impossible bass lines and he'd not only play them, but he'd improve them. Time has not been kind to our friendship, but I don't know exactly why.

Dora was our singer. She had a great voice and would sing my twisted lyrics without flinching or changing the gender of the pronouns- as a result, the local lesbians thought we were fronted by a dyke. It helped with attendance!
Her boyfriend (later, her husband) was my best friend.
He died in prison, leaving his wife and two daughters behind.
Cocaine was involved.
I try not to think about that, but it did happen. I still cry for him sometimes.
Right now, in fact.

Anyway, I'll be on the radio pretty much all-night -from 9PM to 1 AM EST - tune in and check it out. It's gonna rock!