My ¼" TEAC 4-track deck and Me
It was late in my junior year at U of M when my parents presented me with what was to be my graduation gift – a trip to Spain my senior year. This was very thoughtful and generous, but I had something else in mind. Politely, I asked if instead of taking that trip would they mind if I used the money to buy a 4-track TEAC tape recorder. So, for $500, the TEAC was purchased and utilized extensively during my remaining time at Michigan and later at Berklee College of Music. It allowed me to record my guitar and vocal tracks separately, which was a big improvement over my stereo cassette recorder. The TEAC got lugged from apt to apt, city-to-city, and finally driven cross-country to LA in my green Gran Torino. Presently it sits in in my studio, the capstan still intact, and a great set piece.
Might as Well, I Can’t Dance (Oak Park, MI, ’72)
One of the older songs on STAGES, this little ditty was written and recorded one afternoon as I was staying with my parents in our Harding Street home in Oak Park.
Speed Dating (Ann Arbor, ‘74)
There was a period during my days in Ann Arbor where I was coming up with a number of solo guitar instrumentals. Unfortunately, only a few of them were preserved on tape, this being one of them. It seems like I was trying to speed through most everything I was playing, either running to something or running away from something. Here’s a perfect example of the pace at which I was strumming back then. The song is actually twice as long as what’s presented here, with some slight variation, but this shorter length serves to give a great example of what appealed to me on an instrumental level during the mid to late ‘70’s.
With Friends to Drink (Ann Arbor, ‘74)
During my final two years at Michigan I was lucky enough to move into the Hill Street house, a large house on the edge of campus filled with highly creative and progressive people. During the roommate interview process, ‘we’ potential candidates sat in a circle in the house’s living room, and after it was my turn to explain who I was and what my interests were I fell asleep in one of their overly comfortable beanbag chairs. Needless to say, when someone awakened me saying the interviews were over and that I had been selected to become their new housemate, I was astounded and questioned their insight and decision-making skills. Embarrassed but appreciative, I accepted the offer and moved into what was a wholesome, nurturing environment filled with music, culture and social activism. I was the youngest adult in residence and the only undergrad amongst a group of professors and graduate medical students, which occasionally included 2-3 various young children running around. Every Thursday night we shared music and several of us ‘house musicians’ would perform our latest creations. The brilliant writing of Leo Kretzner still astounds me. These years were filled with a tremendous amount of joy and song exploration, reflecting the turmoil and challenges thrust upon us as a large group with varying interests, personalities and society at large … politics, justice for all, equality for the under-represented, fair and equal pay… I’m sure this song was written about something going on between ‘lovers’ in the house at that time. This is my guitar and vocal, recorded separately, back in the ‘70’s, sweetened now by harmonies and a rich mix.