Gee, I can't remember what I said during the 'Beat Boy's' interview with Jim, but I must say that I've been tripping, laughingly down memory lane reading the tales of Andy, Scott, and Al. I thought that maybe I'd join in with a page of blathering about those wonderful, wacky, zonked out, days. (at Scott's request).

I was trying to recover from the disintegration of "Wolfgang", a band of very fine musicians, which I was part of. I had tried to get a new band together; the last attempt was with Jim Hoburg and Danny Begley on Guitars, Jeff Noftz on drums, and I was even thinking of grabbing a bass to fill out the lineup.

Noftz wasn't feeling well when we were scheduled to practice in his parent's basement. Jim and I went over and talked with him, even picked on him saying "some people will do anything to get out of practice". We set up a date to rehearse on the next Saturday. I was working at White's Plumbers then and thought I'd call Saturday morning to see if Jeff was feeling up and atom for practice. The phone was answered. The phone was handed to another, it was Sandy, Jeff's sister... she said, "Jeff's dead"............... (we fell weeping into each other's souls.... where we will remain). I was stunned... silent...hung up the phone... died more than I'll ever know.


I was going to quit music, but I thought "NO", I'll carry on with the "Master Bates and the Beat Boys" idea... without a drummer... and we'll just have Jeff's drumset on stage.... In the spots!... the only thing in the spots.

Time ticked... I sobered up... I quit drinking.

Then I dove in. I sought new musicians, trying to shake off the past. I can't really remember who all was at the first 'Beat Boys' practice at Al's. I do remember Dan Majors on sax. I think he thought by the name that we were an R&B band.... not quite.

I knew I had my hands full, started drinking heavily. I checked out a lot of musicians, finally coming to the realization that we had a lineup, rehearsed....drank more. (head in hands, shaking...) Well, time to get to work.

Fremont was not the kind of town where you went out and played your own music. It was certain death...

 Now there was a bunch of kids that I felt needed some sort of training. And they were willing to play my songs!

I remember taking John to lunch. I remember Scott using anti-persperant spray on his hand before his audition. I remember dragging Chris down to TR's and buying him an amp.... (I'll add my two cents to this!).

break time for now (there, are you happy Scott, I have a page too...)...  (it hurt me to write it)... nah, it was fun. THEN THEY PLAYED THIS.