A great picture of a Midwest field. This was made with lots of paint and lots of expressive strokes...actually, not really a lot at all. I was very conservative and deliberate in my painting of this cool tonalistic (sort of) scene. It has a real cool vibe to it. Will make for a great wall hanging. Speaking of cool, below is a little known true story of one of my many brushes with fame.
I was a budding rock star at 18, or so I thought. Already the classic rock of the early 70’s and 60’s was considered retro but we had made it ours. I was convinced that the Beatles and Dylan and Clapton et al. would be nothing more than footnotes when the last pages of rock-n-roll history were written. We would be one of the main chapters. So it was that on a windy and rainy Minnesota evening my band mates and I rolled into an Edina neighborhood. We had a gig at a private party…mostly older folks, 20-30 somethings. We played a lot of mellow stuff, two sets worth of Johnny Cash,Willie Nelson and Neil Young, in a dimly lit basement next to a Naugahyde bar. There were mixed drinks and maybe other substances floating around for consumption. Intent on the music as I was, I don’t remember many of the sordid details but what does stand out as a memory was the invitation we received. They said there was this cool guy who had his own studio and was a great musician. He was asking us to come over to his house and jam with him. Having learned my harmonica chops by listening to the likes of Sonny Boy Williamson and Sonny Terry & Brownie Magee I asked if he was a blues man. When they said he played funk and disco I declined. They said his name was Prince…or that’s what everybody called him. I thought the whole scene sounded pretty square and let my friends go over and hang out with “Prince” for the night. I stayed and played a solo acoustic set …on my way to super stardom.
