My first paid job was in a bar in Barcelona, Spain in 1958. I played rhythm guitar with a 4-piece band. We were paid $10 each, they provided supper and great beer. We had a ball, the place was filled to capacity with sailors from a half-dozen U.S. Navy ships, and we rocked the house for 3 hours. I thought I died and went to heaven.

I really never kept count of the total number of jobs I performed, mainly because there was absolutely no reason to do so. Same goes for the songs I recorded, but that never amounted to much anyway - the recorded tapes and CDs were all for promotional purposes.

I guess I'll continue to do this until I get filthy rich and can semi-retire like Don Mason, then spend the rest of my days sailing and fishing.

Cheers,

Gary