My music career started early.
When I was 11, my family was living in Houston and I got together with the guys in photo and formed my first band. Ok, my only band. We had a name but I don’t remember what it was. The guys, however, I think about all the time.
From left to right:
Ricky Penton, guitar player, I think, in addition to maracas. His nickname was Pinto Beans.
Randy Crabb, singer, bongo player. I think those were my bongos that I got on a trip to Mexico. I liked his older sister, Cheryl.
Lance Berg. He’s holding a drumstick and a snare drum, so yeah, he’s the drummer.
In center front is Scott Bert, singer. Older brother of Lance. The Bergs were talented. Scott wrote our first original song, Made a Mistake. More on that in a minute.
In the second photo, the kid holding the Polaroid Swinger camera was me. The picture was taken on my birthday and the camera was probably a gift. I’m guessing my older sister, Adele, took the picture.
I was a guitar player.
The kid in the doorway with the cat-eye glasses is my younger sister, Sarah. She’s always been on the cutting edge of fashion. Not sure if she was a fan.
We played two songs, Little Red Riding Hood (which is the same chord progression as House of the Rising Sun, so if you know one, you know the other) and Wipeout. And then there was Made a Mistake, which consisted of counting by five until Scott purposely made a mistake in the sequence. Then the hook, made a mistake, made a mistake, made a mistake. About as bad a song as one could write.
And yet, this was the peak of my musical career. That tells you all you need to know about my level of talent. I still play Little Red Riding Hood and Wipeout occassionally, and since then and I’ve learned a few more chords. But I’m just a pretender, a hack wannabe living in the glow of those glory days in Houston. We played one gig, the big going away party for our family just before we moved back to West Virginia. It was a short set.
And I never saw the guys again. That’s the way it is in the entertainment biz. Fame is fleeting. Everything is fleeting.
January 26, 2017 at 10:13 am
This is wonderful. Much the same kind of place that we lived in in Houston then. My dad worked for your dad down there. Should we give some thought to getting SCR back together for an evening or two?
January 26, 2017 at 10:20 am
at the convenience of the winter riders