one late afternoon some 30+ years ago, I sat on a hilltop in San Diego with my best friend and my newly acquired Ibsen bass, overlooking the Pacific, to enjoy some unique planetary/galactic/cosmic/astronomical event, which of course we couldn’t see, but knew it was happening, and I popped out my first song, an acoustic solo on an electric bass (which at the time I did not know how to play – though I had acoustic guitar experience), and I called it Convergence… it was an awesome few bars that became the bassis of my composing career using an 8-track cassette recorder/mixer and a couple electronic keyboards (before the dawn of digital and CD’s – but midi had been invented) over the next several years I explored music and composing and recording and… and became pretty good for an amateur… one afternoon I was playing one of my pieces on the stereo and someone came to the door… it was a cop, canvassing, asking about our neighbor, I guess there had been a child abuse/molestation event and they were asking about all men in our large neighborhood… after he asked some cop questions, he asked who I was playing (it was kinda loud) and when I answered it was something I’d composed I thought my heart would burst out of me in pride… I had never actually visualized this situation, but it was way better than I could ever have imagined… the cop did not make a big deal over it, but did say it was very good – again, I thought my heart was going to burst in pride/excitement/pounding pleasure…

then another day, shopping in a local drugstore like a Walgreens of today, I heard some music over the store speakers that sounded like another piece I’d written/recorded and I thought how strange it would be if one day someone else (unknown) took (w/out my permission) one of my songs and made it famous (it would just be melody/harmony/riffs or stuff), but if I heard it on the radio and recognized it – how strange would that be…

another time during the night that a 7.4 tremor shook our home… I had been up all night working on one of my first mostly electronic/somewhat digital songs, which I, of course, called 7.4 – I remember it happening around 7/4, but of that I’m not so certain…

anyway, today, I have no recorded copies of ANY of the music I made those years that I can play, because they are still raw from the 8 track cassette recorder/mixer and can’t be played /heard properly on a standard cassette player… I wish I did, but have come to terms with the fact… thanks to JoeMac’s recent inspiration, I have pulled out the (new) digital recording/mixing software, mentally dusted off my 2 keyboards (one of which was instrumental in my first era of composing)… I think I’m ready to have another go at it…