My band broke up and all I got was a lousy, bitter feeling in my soul

I used to rock (I didn’t listen to the haters I grew up with!). Rather, I used to be in a phenomenal band called RIB. We worked our asses off. We laughed our asses off. But we couldn’t agree on the business stuff, and we broke up.  A band really is like a family, and sometimes you just need to get away from your relatives.  Most of the crew is still out there gigging. Me?  I’ll get back to music eventually, but for now I am getting mentally and physically strong. I am incredibly psyched for ’12 and have other aspirations that may take me in a whole new direction.  

What I don’t miss:  The jealousies, ego trips, and insecurity that lead to our demise (guilty of all 3!). 

What I miss:

Engaging in the creative process with like-minded individuals

The inside jokes and cheesy pop song riffs for comic relief

Practicing our assess off

Playing 3 shows in 1 night

Playing to 3 people the night of a snowstorm

Our music – I’m extremely proud of the work we did.   I’ll post links/files at a later date.

So, to my RIB family – I think about you all of the time.  And who knows, perhaps the universe may throw us together again and we’ll be wiser, more secure, better musicians, and more successful.  Whether or not we reunite, I wish nothing but the best for each and every one of you.




American Music

        I champion singer/artists/actors/musicians who are left of center (thank you Suzanne Vega!). In the music industry they’re called “crossover” artists, artists that do not necessarily fit the usual performer/audience demographic.

I also consider myself left of center, as one of the few black kids in the town where I grew up in the 1980s, I was teased for wearing a Def Leppard t-shirt (Pyromania), and heard “Black people don’t listen to rock!” countless times by my classmates (black and white) from middle school to college, but I digress.

Think Jimi Hendrix, Beastie Boys, Eminem, Kid Rock before he went southern rock, the 60s band Love, the rock band Living Colour, Prince, Lenny Kravitz, Charlie Pride, Darius Rucker – you get the picture.  Well, I’ve added The Carolina Chocolate Drops (CCD) to my champion group.  They are featured briefly in the PBS fall arts festival documentary Give me the Banjo – yes the banjo. Narrated by Steve Martin, the program succintly explains the banjo’s place in american music from plantation to the Grand Ole Opry to modern folk music.  Do I cringe a little when they discuss how one originator died broke, while another group sold hit records (you have to watch the program if you want specifics)? Yes, but I also value that artists like CCD truly respect and honor the soul and spirit of founding -and I mean it when I say founding- African-Americans, and play instruments.  Check out Give me the Banjo and challenge your preconceived notions of roots music.