Photo on left: Me, John Deardon, Tad and John Ganshirt
On a half hour's notice one night in 1988, I got a call to sub for the Cellar Dwellers' drummer when he was injured in a bike accident. I was only 19 and my knowledge of the Blues was limited to Led Zeppelin and early Black Sabbath. But that night turned into 8 years, and the Cellar Dwellers put me through college, playing 2 nights a week at a sleazy bar in Billerica, MA.