Rhythm Guitar, Vocals

It started in the mid 60's with a hi-fi and the "Meet the Beatles" album. I spent hours with my ear pressed to the front of that three-inch speaker singing along with the Fab Four. As I listened to the Beatles, the Rolling Stones and the Beach Boys, I knew I had to get involved, in some way, with this thing called Rock & Roll. I pressed my parents into guitar lessons, which evolved into Bass guitar lessons and back to guitar again. With my broad streak of laziness shining through, even at a young age, the lessons did not last for very long. What did last long, however, was a great friendship with a group of people, which included Eric our RCB keyboardist, which felt the same way I did. We had to play!! Gathering up tape recorder mikes and what little equipment and skill level we had, the boys and me formed a band. It started out with me playing Bass on a six-string guitar. We practiced a lot and eventually started sounding pretty good. I even graduated to a Hagstrom Bass. Then thunder and lighting struck. The Beatles released the Sargent Peppers album!! We spent hours in a room learning the tunes and the harmonies. We got to the point where we covered almost every song on the album. We even went so far as to borrow the local high schools' marching band jackets, which looked enough like the ones on the cover of the album to please us, for the gigs we were amassing at local church and high school dances. We got good! One of the highlights of my young musical journey was a gig we got for the summer at a hotel in the Catskill Mountains (Oh yea, did I forget to mention, I'm from New York and grew up on Long Island). We were the "house" rock and roll band. What a gig! We played an hour a night after dinner, and an hour at poolside every Wednesday afternoon. Room and board provided as well as $30.00 bucks a week salary. For teenagers totally into the rock and roll scene, this was heaven on earth. No parents, money in the pocket and all the shenanigans we can get our selves into. The most fun I ever had! Now, whoever said that lightning doesn't strike twice could never have been more wrong. It was, I believe, in 1968/69 that I got turned on to the Grateful Dead! I was so blown away by what I heard. How do they do that? The Grateful Dead became such a huge part of my life growing up, along with the Jefferson Airplane, CSNY and others…. the West Coast sound invades Long Island with a passion and fury! In the early '80's, through a bazaar set of circumstances, I hooked up with a group of guys that loved the Dead as well and we formed RCB. We had a great run with a great following of people. About three or four years into it the music scene in the metro area changed dramatically and we were burned out from the amount of work we had and the band melted away. It was a great run of playing Dead music to packed houses. Many years, many roads and many bands later the one constant through it all has been The Grateful Dead and for some odd reason, Eric! Be that as it may, RCB has been resurrected and we're once again trying to capture those fleeting moments of magic. But, when the magic hits, it makes the journey all the more sweet………… One step done and another begun!