Conceived as unhappy surprise to jazz musician father and nice Jewish mother, at age seventeen I developed an uneasy rapport with my dad because I bought him pot. I followed him to New York City after graduation where he made a living selling cocaine to rock stars. I slept with said rock stars until my mother died the following year. Returned home to raise my younger brother; got married, had kids of my own, my kids grew up; in ironic twist now they hang with rock stars and all I want to do is sleep with said rock stars again.
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And um, this little bio actually is the basis for my new book, Daddy Left Me Alone With God, which will be out early this year. Yeah, yeah, just what the world needs..another baby boomer rock memoir. But it was fun taking that dreaded walk back down mammary lane...
I am wishing I'd thought of the first line here as the first line of the book, damn it!
xo
Rated.
I vote you sleep with rock stars...
And yeah, I vote "sleep with rock stars", too. Some things just never change.
xo
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Peace and Love,
Greg
Ha ha - I'll let you know when the book comes out.
Greg, good to see you here. When I commented back at you last time, I'd been, um, drinking and I realized...or should I say agonized later that it came off all wrong. I meant that how cool I wrote about jazz and then you commented, after which I clicked on the bio of a true jazz dude. I don't know where you live, but if Eric (and or his sister, Julie) is ever in your city, consider yourself VIP'd and guest listed.