It all starts with Stacey. She sings like Janis, Aretha, Bonnie, Etta, and anybody else who has something to say. She had the rare ability to yell at us, to demand our attention, and still make us laugh, both at ourselves and otherwise. It was a special charm. I once told her: If I had to paint a picture of the band, you would be driving the speed boat, and the rest of us would be on water skis, hanging on for dear life. Dave (her husband) was a great Italian cook besides being a great Italian gentleman. I miss the chicken scaloppini.
I had been on an unrequested sabbatical when Rhys called one day to inquire regarding my availability. There was an opening in the band and I was flattered to replace one of the keyboard players. Thank God it wasn’t Joe.
All together, there were six of us: Rhys on 6-string bass, Bobby on guitar, and finally Kurt on the drums. Joe and I played along as best we could. Stacey was relentless.
No matter where it was, the country club or the crab house, people noticed)))