She comes in wearing a spiked dog collar, a leather jacket and lavender tinted glasses. She’s carrying a recorder and a small camera, although nobody knows the recorder has no battery and the camera has no film. “Gatha Snowmoss,” she introduces herself, shaking hands with one of the neighbors. “How did you hear about this band?” she asks, gesturing vaguely toward the amps, guitars, microphones & drum kit crowding the living room. We’re on break.
Scott, thanks for sharing your musical journey. I miss seeing you and the Bearded Pigs. Wishing you music and harmony in the coming years. Hope to see you someday.
Great story!!
Some of the best times!!
I still perform in St Pete from time to time.
Let me know if you’re ever in the area!!
I enjoy your writing, Scott. Let's play some more music....
Scott, thanks for sharing your musical journey. I miss seeing you and the Bearded Pigs. Wishing you music and harmony in the coming years. Hope to see you someday.