Little Boy Blue's a Big Girl Now…
2008. Although much has been said and written about my old band from NYC, Missdemeanor, not much of it is accurate. Tall tales of fiery car crashes, love-struck bass players eloping in the night, spontaneous human combustion, of course...and WHAM!...two of the band's original members were expunged from the books. But, a funny thing happened on the way to the L'Amour reunion... people remembered. Or should I say, people NEVER forgot the original line-up of this band. Two of the OG's may have gone away, but 20 years later people still remember, fans still exist, and have asked me to put something, anything online that could stand as a testament to the old days. I probably would have left well enough alone until a life-altering experience occurred on March 1, 2007. My incredibly talented, beautiful, brilliant friend, Cat Coleman, succumbed to a life-long battle with cancer. A few months before she passed away she realized there wasn't much online that included the two of us. As a tribute to her I've decided to put up this page.
I have been digging through the "basement tapes" to find whatever material I could dust off. I couldn't stand one more person asking me if some of the crap on YouTube was me, or Cat, or having to explain what happened and why. So, with the help of some outside sources and a special friend from up north who located some footage, I will post some old shows and photos, unedited.
Ah, yes, the beginning. Linda and I started getting together on a regular basis to jam. This meant I would drive to Staten Island, meet Joe, drive to Lin's school and pick her up. She was already playing with a local drummer whose folks graciously offered up their basement for practice. I do remember a lot of yelling, chaos, and a really cute cat came along with the deal. No pix of the cat, but the basement walls pictured above were covered in small throw rugs, and provided much visual appeal. Didn't provide much sound buffer to the family eating dinner above us, thus the yelling and chaos. A lot of door slamming also. The drummer's brother used to get agitated and hide my car keys, sometimes by throwing them in the toilet. Joe (pictured above with Lin) enjoyed the display and happily provided beverages.
Useless Tidbits of Information: First complete song played as "band": Paranoid
Setlist: None. Primarily riffs, feedback, chaos (and more yelling)
Outcome: Band breaks up due to "creative conflicts"
Postscript: Lin and I return to Mount Richmond Cemetery for deep contemplation about finding new drummer
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