The following year I became more and more dissatisfied with "status quo" and very disillusioned with what Iowa's version "society" had become. In December of '83, halfway through my senior year, I dropped out and was determined to live life rather than have life live me. Not the brightest move I've ever made, lol, but I felt I had to make, and do not regret to this day. By May of 1984 I was ready to implode, I had to get out, so a month after I turned 18 I joined the Army, I had to get out and explore this huge world, somewhere out there was my dream. After basic training and AIT, I got sent to my 1st actual duty assignment, Ft. Bliss Tx. Since I was officially on my own, had no one to tell me otherwise, I bought my 1st guitar! It was an absolute piece of shit, Strat bodied Hondo, but goddamnit it was mine!!! The dream was on!
Anyhow, I could write all night about this, but I won't, maybe another installment later? I have taken the last 8 years off from playing, I still held on to some of my gear and they've been patiently waiting for me. Music is part of who I am, a huge part, and just because I stopped playing doesn't mean the music stopped. I still listened to it, it was always in my head and over the past 7 or 8 months the need to play, to create, has been getting bigger and bigger. I've made the decision to play again. This time for me, not for a band, it's time to take what's in my head and make it real.