Not all popular music is good and not all good music is popular. What's better is one person choosing to love something for themselves without prejudice and without having to justify it to others. I could tell you what this album is like, what categories it might fit in, who and what influenced this creation of ten songs, but i think you can decide that for yourself. CHOOSE YOUR OWN UNKNOWN.
Many moons ago my friend Vinny Mongeluzo showed me this red Wurlitzer electric piano in his cemetery of forgotten musical instruments. I was so charmed the first time I played it that I talked him into selling it to me. It was not only the fact of it sounding good with just the right amount of Tremelo thru its tiny speakers, but it seemed to help me find good songs too. Like they were always there just waiting to be played. All the songs on this CD were written on my little red Wurlitzer piano with a little help from my musical friends: Jorgen Carlsson, Steve Ferrone, Erik Eldenius, Sheldon Gomberg, Van Romaine, Bill Churchville, Patrick Warren, Lincoln Schleifer, Rob Paparozzi, Mike Campbell & Drew Zingg. Available Now for Download at CDBABY
I lifted the ivory off the wood keys of my mother's piano, and broke my brother's snare drum skin when I first started to play in Mount Vernon New York. Just fooling around trying to figure out what made these instruments sound the way they did. The Hammond organ I heard at my Aunt Sara's house when she played Jimmy Smith records. Ray Charles, Bobby Blue Bland, Sam Cook, that floated through the same air we breathed back then in the ‘70s. The Apollo Theatre was where I heard James Brown, the Motown Review, Joe Tex, Chuck Jackson, and B.B. King in their prime years when my father took us to Harlem for a show and the best bar-b-que ribs at the spots he was fond of. Hearing Sly and the Family Stone there with Red Fox play to an almost empty house was one the best concerts I ever heard. Jamming with my brother and the many guitarists who were chasing the sound of Hendrix and Clapton. So loud sometimes the police came round shining flashlights through our basement windows and yelling at us to turn down. How the Fillmore East and St. Marks place were like some kind of Disneyland for hippies. I’ll always remember listening to Miles Davis Jack Johnson album with my high school friends, and hearing McCoy Tyner at the Village Gate on Bleecker Street.
These are a just a few of my memories that inspired dreams of what was possible for me musically. Things I could use with other tools to write songs. This is my seventh album of songs I hope to share and inspire others along the way. The musicians and friends that play on these recordings are all people with unique abilities that I worked with from L.A., London and New York. The great cities I lived in and where music still thrives today.
I wrote a musical called One Hit Away about a guy who believes that one hit will settle his past and secure his future. With leading man talent, good looks and charms for the ladies, and many suits to fit his soul, he goes West to find the American Dream, Or is it the impossible dream? His name is Pure Herringbone.