PART I: Learning and Learning How To Listen

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I guess I was always destined to become a musician despite myself.  Early photos always seem to feature me with or near an instrument of some sort.  Before I was 10, I was given acoustic guitars on two successive Christmas’s (the second being a bit of an upgrade from the first), which I soon put to work by learning some basic cowboy chords via my older brother Bob.  I even penned a few very early ditties, and although no recordings exist, I still do have some of the original lyric and chord sheets!  (I probably couldn’t find my water bill from last month.)  When I was about 8, I had my first public appearance at a large outdoor family picnic playing a solo rendition of McCartney’s “Yesterday”.  Unfortunately, I froze up mid-song and despite the polite approval of the attending adults, my brother Randy, himself barely a teenager, was quick to point out the technical failings of my voice and performance.  It would be nearly two decades before I would again sing in public.

Yet, even though my brother may have temporarily stunted my vocal ambitions, he was instrumental in introducing me to the world of popular music.  I quickly became a young fan of The Who and the increasingly adventurous releases from the Beatles.  I remember being frightened out of my wits by “Revolution 9” – yet completely enthralled by it.  Likewise, my sister Jan – who mainly bought movie soundtracks – had brought home “2001: A Space Odyssey”.  The music of Ligeti and Khachaturian was like nothing I had ever heard and I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to say that it was pivotal in expanding my young brain’s concept of harmony and tonality.

west side monopoly 1968

west side monopoly 1968

Not too long after, Randy, who was also a guitarist, began to play in a band called The West Side Monopoly which would also make a strong early imprint and expose me for the first time to a curious four-string instrument called an electric bass.

When my parents bought a Wurlitzer organ (they had considered a Hammond but it fell far short as a presentable piece of living-room furniture) they set up lessons for both me and my sister (who already played piano).  I wasn’t all that interested in the lessons, but there were some keyboard textures I was growing fond of – particularly drones, the pulsing of adjacent notes and the rich tones of the bass pedals.  (A few years later I would also attempt private piano lessons, but felt patronized when the well-meaning instructor wanted to teach me fifties style “rock & roll” instead of the classical approach many of my new-found idols were showcasing.  Rather than voicing my desire, I merely started ditching the lessons.  Not an auspicious beginning for a serious musician.)  So, by the end of sixties, I had tried both guitar and organ and more or less abandoned both.

Which left only drums.

I knew I wanted to play drums because I had all the latest glossy catalogs.  Besides, all drummers did was play big flashy solos – how hard could it be?  So first, we put together a neighborhood band.  And when I say band, I mean about 5 or 6 or us – not one of which had any real musical ability or even owned an appropriate instrument.  But we came up with a name (“Panther“), got some cardboard and markers and designed a poster.  What else did we need?  (Little did we know this would be become standard industry practice a few decades later.)

One of the members of this very short-lived project was a recent arrival from Virginia named Scot Ashley.  We became friends, watched severely edited Super-8 classic horror films on Scot’s tiny plastic movie projector, discussed existential philosophy (though we didn’t know it at the time) and soon began to plot our first real band.  Of course, that meant we’d each have to learn to actually play an instrument.  Scot, who had some previous training on clarinet, decided on guitar and I stuck with the drums.  Scot purchased a red Kingston electric, a small amp and a fuzz box.  I set up some cardboard boxes, vinyl pillows and bought a pair of heavy drumsticks.

We started out writing our own songs (I wrote the lyrics) and we called it Waxheart.  As Scot got better, we began to add a few covers, including the Led Zeppelin version of ‘Babe I’m Gonna Leave You” and Alice Cooper’s “Eighteen”.  Scot played and sang while I bashed around on the boxes and pillows to little avail.  Shortly after, Scot met a drummer, Mark Usa, who not only owned an actual set of drums but knew how to play structured beats!  Mark joined, along with another neighborhood guitarist, and I switched to a kind of rhythm bass – a really cheap yellow spray-painted electric guitar (long since destroyed) that had only the 4 lowest strings on it.  As I started to learn the fundamentals, it became obvious that I was going to need a real bass – and the thick conservative aura of early 70’s suburbia provided a golden opportunity.  I had recently begun to grow my hair long, and my parents offered to buy me a bass guitar in exchange for a proper haircut.  Hence I got my very first sunburst EBO-style Kay bass – along with a small Peavy TNT amp and a Mel Bay instructional on bass guitar.  (I believe I still have the book upstairs – and I still haven’t a clue what any of it means.)  Eventually, my hair grew back.

Despite the new gear, Scot was advancing much quicker than I.  Feeling overwhelmed, I soon split away to attempt my first conceptual project more in the vein of many of the imported albums I’d recently been purchasing on the German Ohr, Metronome and Brain labels.  Comprised of myself and Chris Wrobel, both on bass guitar and effects, we called ourselves Orthanc.  It too went nowhere, but was important in that it was the first time I experimented with distortion and sound manipulation.  I was also starting to get a feel for learning songs and began playing with a few guitarists I had met at high school – most notably DeWitt Hansen and Jon Medak.  Finally, on the 22nd of March, 1975, at a surprisingly raccous outing at the Northbrook Field House, I officially played my first paying gig with Medak and another high school acquaintance, drummer Bruce Akers.  This was Quadra.  We didn’t have vocals and played unintentionally hyped-up covers of Deep Purple, Black Sabbath and a lone three-chord original named “World Peace“.  (Mike Greenlees, who heard a tape of this performance years later, maintains that we invented hardcore.  Ironically, or perhaps not, years later Bruce would go on to join guitarist/activist Vic Bondi in Direct Drive, the predecessor to the hugely popular local punk band Articles Of Faith.)  Our next gig featured Brad Schlueter on drums, who I had also met at high school.  Brad could play considerably faster than Bruce (a big deal in our formative years) and could play in a variety of grooves and time signatures.  By now, I was fully immersed in prog (I had already attended live performances of King Crimson, ELP and Genesis at their peaks) though it would be a few more years before I would be adept enough to perform or compose in this genre.

grey mist (battle of the bands – october 1976)

By 1976 I was back with Scot and yet another high school drummer he had met named Jim Widlowski.  Jim could play just about anything, including jazz and jazz-fusion.  Though Jim’s participation in this line-up, christened Grey Mist, would be short-lived, he would leave a lasting impression and I would seek him out decades later as I was conceptualizing Pox.  We played covers of Uriah Heep, Budgie, The Who and the odd original with Scot once again (and perhaps for the last time) on lead vocals.  Along with drummer Harry Benstien, we played a couple of Battle Of The Bands and spent a lot of time in Harry’s basement.  Harry had a wonderful dark basement with a built-in stage and multi-colored lights which became a mecca for all the neighborhood musicians who wanted to stop by and hone their skills.  These were very formative years in both my and Scot’s musical development, though eventually it would come to an end as Scot began to gig regularly with Qou Vadis, a horn-based cover band that also featured Jim.


Just out of high school, I answered an ad from guitarist George Schmidt and joined a (primarily) cover band we would eventually call Bloxx (not my idea).  The line-up initially featured keyboard virtuoso Russell Stern (playing well below his abilities) and in its final incarnation, returning drummer Bruce Akers.  It was with Bloxx that I first set foot inside a professional studio, (Hedden West in Schaumburg), to record my first naive attempt at semi-prog – a 4-minute, multi-sectioned opus called “Dementia“.  Engineered by Iain Burgess (who would later become a punk/new wave favorite), the song did feature one very significant innovation – a brief poly-metric section of 6/8 against 4/4.  The seed had been sown!

When Bloxx disbanded in 1978 I resumed working with Scot and Brad in what started out as a series of very loose (and often lengthy) free-form jams.  Initially called Athens, we would later change our name to No Apology.  Anything was fair game.  Metal chairs, wind chimes, tapes – whatever was at hand.  An electric version of “All Blues” entered our repertoire along with bits of Coltrane and riffs from an LP of a local orchestra purchased right off the street in Cairo.  (One specific riff from this album would form a pivotal part of “Fat Dog’s Gonna Hatch” and give Scot his first co-writing credit in Cheer-Accident.)  The improvs were amazing – the only rule being ‘listen’ – a lesson I took to heart and would serve me well to the present day.  We were also writing a fair amount of original material, predominantly heavy guitar-based instrumentals such as “Just” and “Diet Of Worms“, both of which would be reinterpreted a few years later in Dot Dot Dot.  We even began to experiment with home recording with Brad’s then state of the art Teac overdubbing cassette deck – which allowed a third track to be recorded directly over a stereo master!  I had also discovered you could layer even more tracks by running the output signal to a second deck while playing a new track live – a method that was already in full swing just a few houses down and around the corner at the Jones residence.  Eventually, Scot would purchase one of the original Tascam Portastudio 4-tracks, which we would also utilize to some degree.  Unfortunately, though intense, these sessions were sporadic as Scot and Brad were both attending Northern Illinois University some sixty miles away in DeKalb.  In the end, NIU would be the site of our only public performance (not counting some improv sets Scot and I did locally on open-mike nights) and one aborted studio session.  By the early 80’s both Brad and I were pushing Scot to take the band into the public circuit, but Scot had his reservations and soon I was looking for something new.

Little did I know how close it would be…