Around eleven in the evening, while my wife Lee-Ann was busy singing a fill-in gig at a private party, I dropped a few promo posters off at the Red Door in Watertown for her regular band, Bad Rooster. I was just there with my own band Driven the night before, but I had forgotten to bring the posters, so I...
After being holed up in Connecticut most of my life, I have become institutionalized, and may never find a place outside its dull, granite walls. The notion that this could ever happen to me was really terrifying a decade or two ago, but it finally happened. I find everything outside of Connecticut more...
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