The first day

There was one day where I was hooked, for better or worse. I was 16 years-old. I was hired to play at a church in the morning, then did a recording session at the Belly Up Tavern in the early afternoon. It was $50 for each gig. I would have done either of them for free, but to get paid? It felt like I had a super power. I could make music and get paid for it. That started down the path of being a musician. Unfortunately, the pay hasn't improved much since 1980.

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