My quote for the day…

“There is a “Crazy Crowd” at every stop and village along the way, if we choose to find them”.

I went north to business school for an two year degree in marketing. As soon as I arrived I knew I did’nt want to stay but, the snow was very deep and so.. no go. My had two roommates that first year because I had to be on campus. One was a Canadian that kept an oriental girl in his bed most of the semester and the other, an rough looking stoner that started every day in his underwear with his air guitar version of “Smoke On the Water” cranked to the max. I learned some things.

The 2nd year I got a small apartment and met a great guitarist and became fast fretting friends.

Today’s Reality Note: That guitarist and close friend has died. We did a lot of music together. I think of him often and miss him very much! I believe he was a savant. He was utterly amazing at guitar and could quickly learn songs that were impossibly difficult even for legendary guitarists. He also had a real way with technology. 

I remember him telling me, right before he died, that no one was going to come to his funeral. I could just barely squeeze into the memorial because there were so many there who loved him.

My guitar friend belong to the heavy drinking and drug using fraternity at the school. So weekends started to be party time P.D.Q. Seemed everyone listened to a lot of Steely Dan up there. We would get together all the time to play and write. We actually performed a time or two, but my education somehow, came first.

My guitarist lived in a house with others guys that were real characters. A short chinaman affectionately nicknamed “Chong” a long haired biker from New York that kept working on his huge motorcycle in his bedroom! Sometimes venting the exhaust out the window and firing it up for motor adjustments. In the basement there lived a guy called “Stoneman“ for obvious reasons. It was “CRAZY” and somewhat hysterical at times. Graduated, thank God, and arrived home to start work.