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“I try to find the kind of truth that only time will tell.
It’s a higher education but I’m learnin’ all my lessons well.”
— “Bang On,” 1992

Lay it on the line. But what’s it?

Creativity was, and still is, it for me. It’s the singular explanation, the hook upon which I hang my hat, the focused reason for it all. Creativity is my way — my compass, my journey, and my means of transport. That’s the truth, and I really did bet my life on it, over and over again.

It is also play. The play’s the thing: one man, in his time, plays many parts. There’s the truth in a Shakespearean nutshell. Put the truth out there, and bet your life on it.

So, this is it — memoir, autobiography, anecdotes, stories within the story, insights, and perspectives on my many roles.

Life is a mysterious gift of the physical, intellectual, and spiritual — a parade of sensation and emotion that delivers confrontations with the beasts of human nature. My life has always had quite the psychological gumbo, parboiling away. The spotlight became an addiction that fed my self-worth, and it wasn’t until I retired that I finally outgrew it. Yet here I am writing a memoir — trading one kind of spotlight for another.

Allow me to issue the standard disclaimer: our minds play stupid human tricks with our recollections. We transpose, integrate, edit, and create composites. I tried my best here to give it to you straight, but time makes us all unreliable witnesses. Mea culpa.

I was never in it for the sex and drugs … ah, but the rock and roll. I was definitely in it for the play of it all, for the love of music. Whenever that became obscured or got trumped, I began to lose interest — then chafe. Being a rock star was simply a gig, a character to inhabit. But what a gig it was: a catalytic door-opener leading to other adventures. These are the stories I’ve chosen to tell.

This is it.