“I know that May flowers bring pilgrims, but what do April snows bring?”

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve updated the old bass blog – a few very productive weeks. There are rumors of me joining a Dixie Dregs tribute band, which would be a dream come true, I have completed recording my first bass cover video since the end of October 2022 – almost 18 months – and have plans to push out another 4 alongside it and have 2 more underway.

I recorded a video this morning, a bass cover of Porcupine Tree’s classic song, “Halo, ” as performed live at Tilburg in the Netherlands. BTW, Porcupine Tree are visiting Chicago in September of 2022 and I plan in getting tickets!

I am very excited about the PT “Halo” bass cover video I’ve done and I will be doing some new things (to me in it), including multiple camera angles with filters, some extra flourishes here and there to keep it fun, and a great deep end make this video a first of its kind and I’m excited to be working on it!

Practices have been good lately… more to come!

Ahhh… the Ides of March

I am writing this from a sort of passive triumph, as I have made it through the year since I llost, we lost, Gary Buck Sr and Jr, and that dreaded anniversary is behind me. The winter, as well, is almost over, and daylight savings signals my hibernating reptilian brain onto more routine and interesting activities such as waste and gluttony.

Starting every fall I begin dreading the seasonal countdown to December 21st, each day a bit darker as the sunlight weakens until Dec 21, and the daylight begins to strengthen and finally flush. it is a beautiful day.

I’ve been practicing bass guitar more. I consider every note I play as a rock flung at depression’s face. I am hoping to start looking for more musicians soon on Craigslist, and I am looking forward to putting up UK’s “Nevermore,” some non-prog Robert Plant and maybe some Porcupine Tree as well. The important thing is I made it and I am still practicing.

I also managed to put the last pieces together of the ultimate rude, obnoxious and totally unnecessary Trace Elliot rig ever assembled. We are talking 3 Trace amps, 20 drivers, bass guitar bass synth pedals, 400+ pounds of bone-crushing black and green POWER. I’ll toss up a preview pic from practice Sunday – preamp, pedals, etc., Oh yeah. It’s going to happen.

Listening to Jethro Tull’s “Songs from the Wood.” The first time I heard this, Gary bought ithe album. – it was Jethro Tull’s LATEST release at the time – and we were listening to it in his house on Timber Ridge Drive, as the sun began setting, looking out his long bedroom window across the street at the two story homes the neighbor girls lived in, the sun, like honey, pouring between the homes and the winter bare trees through a winter’s sky blue.

I recall studying the “Songs From the Wood” cover, trying to decide if it were a photograph or painting 9it’s a painting, like the inside cover of “Wings Over America” – wow!) I recall the dead straw colored grass in Gary’s front yard as we listened to the record contemplating the beautiful lyrics:

“We’ll dream as lovers under the stars
But civilization’s raging afar
And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars
As you walk home cold and alone upon Velvet Green.”

I got to see Jethro Tull on the “Stormwatch” tour (1979) with Dave Pegg on Bass and UK (Jobson, Wetton, Bozzio) opening. Talk about a prog lover fantasy camp… wow. Jethro Tull and UK. Like most everything in my life – I didn’t know how good I had it.

But then that is my worst of many flaws – I never know how good I have it.

I never do.

January 21, 2022

It has been more than a year since I have updated anything on this site, more than a year since I’ve uploaded any videos, and more than a year since, well, a lot of things.

Let’s get in the way back machine.

In October 2020 I uploaded my most recent video, a cover of Dixie Dregs’ “Ice Cakes.” I began immediately working on my next cover, which was to be *Frost’s “Hyperventilate” – a very, very ambitious task. The winter holidays came and went that year and, to be honest, I didn’t keep up with my usual rate of progress as the song is incredibly technical, there is no sheet music, the tabs are nonexistent, and the videos sparse. In other words I would have to do virtually all of the heavy lifting (learning the notes of the song) by ear, which can take a long time. Plus, I was feeling both lazy from the holidays and a bit too proud of my October covers, I thought I could rest on my “laurels” after nailing “Acid Rain,” as it were.

Once January was finished, I renewed my efforts, making slow progress.

One the night of March 2, I got a phone call from someone I have not spoken with in more than 20 years. It was Gary Buck Sr., my best friend’s (Gary Jr.) father. I knew that Gary Sr had been ill, quite close to death a few years earlier, but a cancer treatment they started on him literally brought him back to life, but I didn’t have any recent knowledge of his health.

Gary Sr. was very much a father figure in my life after losing my own dad at 14. He really took me in, let me pretty much live with them and always treated me as his own son. I was extremely fortunate to have such a generous, loving and caring person step in to my life at that time, and he remained an important part of me until the past 20 years when he remarried and we lost contact. But here he was, on the phone.

He didn’t sound good, I knew this was Good Bye. We talked for 20 wonderful minutes, told each other what was in our hearts. I expressed my deep appreciation and love for him; it was perhaps the most on point conversation I’ve ever had. Completely unguarded and totally real. I knew this was goodbye, it was sad but sweet all at once. I felt a profound sense of closure, completeness and joy at having notably known such a caring person but being able to tell them how I felt after all these years.

The last thing he asked me was to contact his son, as he really wanted to talk with him. I thought that was an odd request as his son was around, but I assured him I would. I hung up the phone to call Gary Jr and ask him to call his father, but Gary Jr’s voicemail was full. That’s odd, but he’s scatterbrained, so who knows. I didn’t think much of it, hoping he would talk to his father that night.

The next morning, I had a text message on my phone from Gary Jr’s wife, which was weird, because to be honest, she did not like me, never spoke to me and so it was unexpected. It read, “This is to tell you Gary passed away peacefully in his sleep last night at 3:35 AM.” I thought, “Gary Sr must have died last night. I don’t know why she is telling me, maybe Gary Jr is upset by his father’s passing or something.” It was sad, but somewhat expected considering our conversation the prior night.

I typed back, “I am sorry for your loss, he was a wonderful person and will be missed.”

She texted back, “I am thinking of all the songs you two had written.”

I paused, confused.

I texted, “Gary Sr or Gary Jr?” because I had just said Goodbye to Gary Sr the night before.

She typed “Gary Jr.”

I screamed, dropped my phone and fell on the floor.

They had both died.

Gary Sr and Gary Jr. – at once.

I lost it. I was a wreck, I couldn’t imagine that Gary Jr died, too. I knew he was sick with stage 4 cancer, but we never ever talked about his illness or progression. I spoke with him less than 2 weeks earlier, and it was a totally “normal” conversation, normal topics, normal laughs, normal tone.

I was FURIOUS that all I got was a text message from his wife telling me that my best friend of 44 and a half years died. A text message, like an MFA number, or like saying “Wassup?”. That was it; that would be all I got.

There was nothing I could do. I am sure that it was horrible for her to see him getting sicker and sicker, and while I wanted to call and scream at her for the utter disdain she showed me in the cavalier way of giving me the worst news I had heard in 40 years, but our of respect for him I could not do that.

As the spring and summer went by I sort of just went on with things. I grieved and thought that was the end of it, but a shadow had been growing that I didn’t notice as summer came and went. I thought about him multiple times everyday. I would, and still do, wish I could dream of being with him again as I miss him so damned much, my heart aches and gives out as I think of him.

The day he died I had a dream with him. we were at my old practice space off of Western Avenue. I was in the parking area, and he was walking on the other side of the street towards a tunnel. he was wearing black cowboy boots, had his trademark longhair, and was dressed in black. He walked slowly, deliberately towards the tunnel.

I was screaming to get his attention, to acknowledge me, but he didn’t seem to hear. Cars suddenly appeared in the street racing around in between us so I couldn’t not cross – and I was desperate, absolutely frantic to get to him. but I couldn’t reach him.

I was so upset as he entered the darkness of the tunnel I was hysterical. I couldn’t get to him or even make him look at me no matter what I did. I woke up drowning in tears, sobbing, shaking. I still don’t dream of him and I so want to, even so I could be happy in my dreams.

I tried playing bass, but I couldn’t, no matter how determined I was to keep at it. It felt weird. Pointless. I worked up a UK song, but could never get through it, much less make a video. I seriously thought about selling all my gear and giving up because the music died inside; the thought still crosses my mind. I stopped regular practice and didn’t care. The shadow grew until all became dark.

I am still in the dark. I am crippled by the fact that I can no longer share my past with someone who lived so much of it with me and can remember it, too. It’s dead history now. No one to ask, “Remember when we did ________ and how you did _________?” I can’t vocalize those memories like that anymore, there’s no one to remember them with me, they have been silenced forever, never to come to life, just another set of memories that lay quiet.

I am crippled by the fact I can’t discover some new music, or some musician and share it with him. I am crippled by the fact I can’t make sure he was the first person to see a video of mine, as if I was a kid trying to show him something I made out of something he gave me, like, “Look what I can do because of you – I hope you are proud – this is all because of you.”

This past Christmas Eve was very difficult as it was the first time in 44 years I didn’t talk to him on his birthday. This coming March 3 is going to be absolute and total hell, I dread it, I hate March.

My longing isn’t just for him, our memories, and our lives, I long to tell him how much I love him, how much he means to me still, how I cannot go a few minutes without thinking of him and how it hurts that I can’t talk to him or even dream of him. I want him to tell me just how I can continue and how it’s OK that I keep going without him. I don’t know how. I can’t figure that part out.

Today I woke up and the usual thoughts were there. But today was a little different. Just a bit. I hope I am finding a way to fight back. A way through the horrible pain I feel all the time. Updating this blog after so many months is a hopeful sign.

I’ve got a bass on it’s stand, plugged into my Focusrite. It’s all plugged in waiting for me.

It’s a start.

Has it been that long already?

Resuming PROG BASS fun!

I had stopped doing ANYTHING bass-wise for almost 6 months, except sparsely practicing. I had gathered my gear at the end of October from the drummer’s place and have done little since.

I think my fall funk was due largely to quitting the band and picking up my gear because they weren’t really a “prog band,” or at least the “prog band” I was hoping it would be. After 3 years of looking, this was it. Depressed yet?

So this has been a BLAH winter… Until now.

I am working on the next cover song (by request) and some ‘down the road’ projects. as well as getting some new gear in the near future… 🙂

Autumn Leaves

I have been busying myself with new videos, producing “Anesthetized” and “Acid Rain” in the past month, and have begun working on a Dixie Dregs cover for my next video (Andy West is a BEAST). In the meantime I am talking with a drummer who was advertising on CL for a prog rock-fusion band, but because of Covid and my still-healing ankle, I don’t believe we will be getting together for a few weeks at least.

Someone once asked me if I taught lessons, and my swift response was “No.” The reasons I don’t teach lessons are:

  1. I am completely self-taught and my way is not THE way I would want someone else to learn;
  2. I can’t really read music (I can bumble through sheet music, given enough time), and I don’t really know any formal music theory. I understand the scales and know a minor from a major, if someone shouts out “the 6th is flat” in a major key I know what not to play, but I would not want someone to learn my own janky system;
  3. I don’t really have the time.

So yes, I confess, I have never had a bass lesson in my life. I recently began to look for potential teachers, but eh. I would like to learn some other techniques – I’d love to be able to slap and play some Primus, I would love to be able to play three finger plucking (index, middle, ring finger), but every time I’ve tried to learn either by watching Youtube videos, I have failed miserably.

And yes, I only play with two fingers – index and middle (I got this from emulating Geddy), but I really wished I had learned three-finger plucking techniques early on. As it is, I have gotten my two fingers to play pretty fast and in insanely fast stuff (bass solo in “Dance of Eternity”) I have found a way to use my two plucking fingers, one at a time, back and forth across the strings VERY quickly. If one finger gets tired, I can switch to the other to complete the riff or solo. I got the idea from guitarists, who only use a single plectrum to shred, going back and forth across the strings quickly.

I do sometimes use my ring finger to play a quarter note section or my thumb (to conserve energy in my two plucking fingers), and sometimes I will use all my fingers (except my pinky) to finger pick all at once (my Genesis’ cover of “Firth of Fifth”), but generally, it’s a two finger attack.

Finally, I can’t play with a pick. At all. So this makes the Yes stuff a bit challenging, but not too bad. A pick feels like it’s a barrier between my fingers and the strings and I can’t feel them like I’m used to. Plus I am nervous about dropping it, or it breaking, and I don’t need something else to worry about while playing. I usually use the fingernail on my index finger plucking hand when any sort of required pick-ish sounding stuff (see my cover of “Tempus Fugit,” or the chording part of “Acid Rain”). So I have my workarounds that do just fine, but I would not want anyone to emulate my finger “style.”

I never learned to read music. I’ve played in bands where people had their master’s in music and teach it formally, but they never really wanted to teach me much (I guess if you do it for a living, you don’t want to do it at home, which has made me shy away from gynecology lol). I have learned the staff, and can work it out, and I know a rest and a repeat when I see one (and I know my circle of fifths from the bass fingerboard), but that’s about it. In the band with the master’s degree musicians, they would argue about the inverted something of something while I played Angry Birds on my phone. Then the drummer would look at me and go, “You’ve got your system – you’ll do it.”

It’s not that I don’t want to read music or know theory, or are against others learning (far from it). As that drummer said to me, “You have your own way of doing it.” But I’ve never really felt the need to learn either, as I have depended on my ear all these decades to learn or work out something. For instance, when it comes to odd time signature, I never ever count anything. I just know what a 4/4 sounds like, then tell myself “This is cut off sooner than the usual,” or “This goes da da DA da da” in my head.

I listen intently to the kick and snare, then work it out. Odd time signatures have never been a problem for me, I first learned the “Overture” to 2112 as my first song, and odd times were just a natural part of playing, they were never unusual and are not challenging at all. Maybe it helps that when I play, I do not ever notice the guitar or keyboards, but I stick to the drums and seek to double them when possible – beat – fills – it makes no difference – stick with the drums!

When a really fast part comes up (the end of “Instrumedley,” or the entirety of “Acid Rain,”) I tell myself “This is faster than you realize….GO!” Check out my video cover of Emerson, Lake and Palmer’s “Tarkus – Eruption” for a good example. This usually works to keep me in tempo, but, TBH, I sometimes go too fast, which is not a good thing. I try to play a little ahead of the beat to push the song alone, but too much and it’s a blurry mess.

Tapping has never been a problem, however, it has its own challenges. One of the things that made Eddie Van Halen so great (RIP), was that his tapping was precisely fretted and in perfect tempo – so it’s completely clean. To tap cleanly, the two big things are “Know your notes perfectly” and “Tap it HARD.” If it’s not clean, it sounds horrible, and if it’s not definitively punched through, it doesn’t sound at all.

When learning a new cover, I check Youtube for how people play it, tabs, and depend on my ears (because tabs are notoriously goofy). I just finished “Acid Rain” and the tab, for 50% of the time, was plain wrong, so I had to rely on my ears, or, if all else failed, grabbed the sheet music and wrote out each note from the score.

Also, I’ve never learned another instrument, other than some guitar stuff (I can play Kansas’ “Reason To Be” and Zeppelin’s “Over the Hills and Far Away,” and some chords, but that’s all).

I don’t play keyboards, but I know where the notes are and what they are. The reason I never learned or cared to learn another instrument was that, to me, if I wasn’t playing bass but another instrument, that was time taken away from bass and really wasted. Sure, it’s fun to goof around on guitar, but to seriously learn it means that I am not using that time to get better on bass, which is my goal.

What’s coming up? It looks like a great Dixie Dregs tune (there is some slap in it – oh no!), then maybe an Emerson, Lake and Palmer instrumental (“Karn Evil 9, Second Impression”), or my last Liquid Tension song (“When the Water Breaks”), Frosts* “Hyperventilate,” or Yes’ “South Side of the Sky.” Those are all on my radar, but we’ll have to see – maybe I’ll be in a band, or at least, playing with a great drummer.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this autumn season and take care.

“The Only Thing She Needs”

Here I sit with my purple leg cast, having just finished recording the video for my bass cover of UK’s “The Only Thing She Needs.” The app “Handbrake” is busy in the background crunching my video down to 29.97 NTSC and constant framerate so iMovie can work with it, listening to FROST* new EP “Others.” Fantastic music – I am a big FROST* fan and contemplating adding a redo of their song “Toys,” which was on my channel before I yanked it over quality concerns.

I have redone Frost* “Toys,” but UK’s tune os then getting all the attention now.

UK, to me, ended like Fawlty Towers – there was a lot more magic left in the bottle for them to pull the plug so quickly. With Alan and Bill being the “artists” while John and Eddie were the “craftsman” (as John said later), Alan and Bill wanted to go into more fusion type stuff, more improvisational experimental work -while John and Eddie were more rock n’ roll types who wanted to stay more on the rock side of things.

So Alan and Bill left, having already begin working on “Danger Money,” and Terry Bozzio joined for two UK recordings, one studio and one live.

By then Asia was on the horizon, a “supergroup” I remember hearing them called at the time, and while Asia already had a keyboardist (former Buggle and Yes man, Geoffrey Downes) John left to join them on Vox and bass. Terry Bozzio went on to start his own band “Missing Persons” with his wife, Bill did fusion stuff, some King Crimson, and Alan did his own thing. That leaves Eddie Jobson.

Eddie Jobson is criminally underrated. He is a genius composer, with dark and moody music, interesting choreography changes, time changes and dynamics, he wrote nearly ALL of UK’s music. He is the BEST violinist in rock, his solos (“Caesar Palace Blues” for instance, are insane. He belongs with Wakeman, Rudess, and even Emerson as a keyboard virtuoso. How he has flown under the radar all these decades is beyond me.
Eddie Jobson is one musician I would be intimidated to work with, he’s just so good.

Here’s a link to a transitional UK – Alan, Bill, John and Eddie, in between the first album and “Danger Money” from a concert in Cleveland Ohio. It is a fantastic and odd at times recording, with guitar in places I’m not to hearing, better bass work that on their studio albums, and Bill Bruford’s take on “The Only Thing She Needs”:

Click the play button and enjoy!

Peace out, low enders and our friends.

Hot Summer Daze

So here I am in August. As expected, COVID came back once people thought it was cool and fun to get together and ignore reality (despite the obvious that reality doesn’t avoid us), the country burst into flames (OK, didn’t see that coming but should have), and, then in the most unexpected of events I fell in my kitchen 3 weeks ago, breaking my ankle in 3 places requiring emergency surgery, several large screw, metal plates, 27 stitches, crutches and casts.

I couldn’t practice for a couple of weeks because I had to keep my ankle elevated and found no easy way to hold a bass… but now I’m back at it baby!

My band just received news that our keyboardist is unable to continue with us, so we are starting to look for a new keyboardist, in addition to a vocalist – but we haven’t practiced since mid March and do not know when we will be getting together again.

I’m continuing on with my bass cover videos – UK’s “The Only Thing She Needs” – juiced up – is coming to my Youtube channel soon. The music project I recorded last year for Chris Steberl (featuring former Fates Warning drummer Mark Zonder) was picked up by a record label and is now number 1 on the Radio Guitar One charts – ahead of Tony MacAlpine, Stu Hamm, and Paul Gilbert:

I’m hoping to get to do more work for Chris and others soon (maybe something with Aquiles Priester!), so that’s cool.

About my friend with cancer mentioned in my last blog, he’s decided to forego treatment for his cancer, which is pretty scary. I’ve been reading and while it is sage 4, there is a 3 in 4 chance of surviving 5 years, which sounds pretty good with stage 4 cancer, but not so good when you could accept the (harsh) treatment and be done with it. So it’s made me anxious about his future, and very worried.

That’s not cool.

I spent a few weeks this summer playing nothing but my fretless Carvin bass, because fretless playing is just faster and more fun to play. My plans on switching to fretless full time are a bit premature, but it may eventually happen as I really love the way fretless bass feels, even with the tonality issues that can arise.


About mid-March I told my employer that I would have to work from home for the week as the kids were sent home by the school district because of COVID-19. It’s been almost 3 solid months of isolation. This is my first pandemic you know, so I’d figured I’d lay low and keep everyone masked and six feet apart.

Fortunately, no one around me has had any Coronavirus symptoms, but I have received a bit of health scare news in the past month. A good friend of mine that tI’ve known all mu life has cancer requiring surgery, and my mother had a heart attack at the end of April. These two events kinda of set me back a bit, while my mom is OK my fingers are crossed for my friend.

I’ve been going over band stuff to keep in shape, and as I’ve done it I’ve been playing my Carvin fretless more and more. Soon I went back to my fretted basses and they felt clunky, slow and clanky.

I don’t know if I will ever buy another fretted bass again… I think I’m going fretless.

Spring Pandemic Update

I have been working with my new band, auditioning a vocalist (not a good fit), but we’ve been waylaid by the pandemic and the closure of all I’ve ever held dear in life.

However, I have a new pedalboard, some fantastic stuff, and some free time until April 7 (our next rehearsal) to churn out a video or two for my youtube channel.

I just hope things don’t get dumbed down any further in the band… Triumph, but not Liquid Tension, Another Day, not Metropolis Pt1.

Just sayin.

New Band!

Well, we have rehearsed 3 times and it sounds amazing. Un-freaking-real. I stop and close my eyes and it is literally difficult to tell many parts from the original artists. We are doing some Dream Theater (of course), Kansas, Triumph, Steve Vai and Porcupine Tree. We are adding a third Dream Theater song next.

We have a few singers lined up to audition starting next week. Some sound pretty good, so it should be interesting.

In the band, everyone is relaxed, professional, fun with no attitude. The guitarist is astounding. He pulls together Petrucci solos in a week, nails them in a band situation and does it consistently – wow.

So I’m really hopeful, It’s not, strictly speaking, a purely prog project, but it’s prog dominated. We may be adding some Queen, Peter Gabriel, and other artists to our set list. Rehearsals are great because everyone comes prepared, relaxed, no attitude and excited to play.

We jam in the drummer’s finsnished basement which is a multi-room studio. I am currently only using my Trace AH500X head with my 4×10 and 4052h cabs, gigs will be played with my AH250S and 2×15 (both lighter than the 4×10 and AH500X).

I’ve sold my TC Electronic G System. It was just a bad fit for me. I’m going back to he pedalboard type I had before – bass into tuner into Eletro-Harmonix Tri Parallel Mixer – channel A – clean bass; channel B – Darkglass Vintage Ultra V2, Hyper Luminal Compressor and Brimstone Audio XD-2, channel 3 will be my TC Nova System, which has an awesome analog drive and, for my purposes, is way more usable than the bigger, more expensive G-System.

It’s gonna get really cool and fun,