Jam sessions

For those of you that do not know what a "jam session" is, it's when musicians get together and just play music. Now for the musicians and their tag alongs... this is kind of cool and "creative."

For me and my sibs, the garage was never far away enough and even if my freinds all thought my house was the coolest because my dad had happening"visitors"... I really just wanted mom to wear curlers and make cookies and dad to wear a tie and come home at 5:00. By the way, did I mention these sessions usually started around 2 in the morning?

The music was very cool. The timing was not.

One time my dad converted a poolside changing room in our backyard into a studio. He "soundproofed" it with bags of sand. That summer was totally rockin, until my parents separated and divorced.

That was the summer I went touring with dad for the last time. I spent most of my vacation sharing space with a couple PA systems and an amplifier. I recall the 2am breakfasts (I wonder why I am such a night owl?) and waitresses and a bunch of inuendo flying around.

I also remember lots of science related talk. My dad is very very intelligent. If he hadn't been a musician, he could have been anything else. He can fix a car with duck tape, rewire your house with paper clips, and can explain how almost every civilizaition came into being, what their primary religious beliefs are, and if you really want a deep conversation, relate all of it to metaphysics and/or particle physics. What impressed me the most was that he could listen and respond to the conversations and still keep one eye peeled (and winking) at the watiress. That guy could run for president.

Let's start at the beginning as they say....

I was born to two hippies. Two really cool hippies. My dad is a musician. My mom was a total flower child that thought if I was "happy" she was doing her job. Can't complain about that since happy meant she'd let me stay home from school (yep!) and she painted my room my favorite color (lilac) even though all my favorite pictures were of the moon astronauts. ( I'm telling you it just gets better from here...)

My dad was almost famous. He toured with Ricky Nelson and the Mixtures. He was really handsome and could play about 9,000,000 instruments.

I have a younger brother, Rick. He's major league fun. I have a lyounger sister, Kimberly. She is insane. She really is, but I love her and I really miss her. (ok, the fun insane....calm down)

My mom was 15 when I was born. Luckily she married an older man. My dad was 16. Whew.

Ok now the basics are complete. I grew up doing the most interesting things. I grew up on movie sets, touring with bands, (Can't wait to write about "groupie mentality") and eventually deciding that I never EVER wanted to be; a) musician, b)a model, c) an actor, or d) a groupie.

Sooo. I did what any anti- cool person would do. I got into accounting and finance.

I married a school teacher.

I had my children.

My children grew up.

I divorced the "no longer a school teacher guy."

I still have my offspring.

Now that we are old freinds, I'll get into some interesting thoughts.