My love of music started when I was 8 years old. I would sit on the floor next to the radio and listened to all the Big Bands. Never missed the Hip parade. (spelling?)

At 10 years my friend played plastic humazazoos and used a guitar. I did not know how to play it, so I used the back as a drum.

I have earned my living with Voice, Guitar, and keyboard since I was 21 years old.

My wish from the beginning has come true. It’s here now; I am still playing both instruments and singing, and I’m alive.

John C.

PS, Can’t say the same about wives. I’ve had three of them. (ouch)