Stories

Us King Harvest guys were approached one day in Paris by a very large black man from Chicago who needed a band to back him up. That was Lincoln Thomas Beauchamp III, Chicago Beau. We did a few rehearsals with him and his running mate from Chicago, Julio Finn, half brother to Billy Boy Arnold […]

Novak and Tuleja were in California not having much to do with the music businesss in years when they got a country western gig in Bodo, Norway. So they retired to Eddie’s home in New Jersey for some woodshedding and in the meantime took some dance lessons so we could teach those cod gobbling Norwegians

Put it down to youthful exuberance (some would say there must have been chemical assistance involved) but Ronnie wrote a song about Old Red Wall and the Wall family, whose life goal was to survive going over Niagara Falls in a barrel. Olcott, where we practiced is a stone’s throw from the Falls so the

The shine was off of Fort Lauderdale by this time. I was undergoing some therapy in connection with a church I was involved with when the offer came from friends to go to the South of France and recommission a 73’ steel schooner. I considered not going so as to complete my therapy but another

After getting the shits with LA for the previous 6 years, I left. I was working three building jobs and one day I fell asleep on the floor of one of them. That was when I woke up to myself and decided to leave. I had a huge yard sale and sold off everything I

Doc and I were living in Paris getting into becoming junkies. There were a few of us that took the stuff. It was all too easy. Anyway we figured it would be good to go down to Spain and refit a Danish tuna boat, 65 feet, and turn it into a sailboat for charter in

We managed to get out of Paris after a year or so and landed a great country house in Orgeval, about an hour to the west. When we met the landlord I don’t recall anything being mentioned about there being a contentious ghost living in the house.  What he did say though was,”Don’t open up

Doc had a good eight track player in his van. We used to go spooking around Paris listening to Disraeli Gears and Jimi Hendrix Cry of Love. After the Paradisio gig we all piled into the vehicle for the trip back to Paris. We stopped for gas on the Autoroute and Julio saw a Shaft

(A letter to Tony Cahill’s sister upon learning of his passing)  Quelques petites vignettes de ton frère.  Hi R______,A few months ago I promised to send you some reminiscences about the time I spent with Tony: Here goes:  Paris: We were playing a nightclub in some chic part of town. We usually started about 12:30

Christmas eve somewhere west of Paris. Wells had bought a Jaguar Mark VI from the Belgian Embassy. We’d been in town and were coming back to Orgeval where we lived, 30 miles out of Paris on the autoroute to the west. He was warned to put some oil in the Jag but that didn’t happen