Larry, I went to Southern California in 1962 as a 16 year old just out of high school. When Dick Dale played the area, the Beach Boys and others couldn't beg a job. He was a real surfer, had his own record studio and packed places like the Jewish Community Center in Anaheim.

Shared a stage several times, and we knew each other, but I came back to Kentucky in 1964 and lost track of him until Pulp Fiction. By then, he gained my respect as a cancer survivor and a recognized guitar innovator. Last time I saw him was a NAMM, where he took the stage with either his kid or his grandson.

I got into jazz and corporate communications, but fondly remember my days playing surf guitar (still have my 1959 Strat, now worth about $25,000.00), and learning every Dick Dale song note for note.

Occasionally, I'll surprise everyone, break out the Strat and play Miserlou; usually at the end of the last set at a restaurant/bar.

Good memories of my days in California. Best are my times with Ray Brown, Herb Ellis and the like, but that's a story for another time...

Please excuse the ramblings of a sentimental old dude...


Russ