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    Cleveland

    Since several of our bloggers live in the Cleveland area, and since I am signing May 12th at Joseph Beth Booksellers in Lyndhurst, I thought I’d relive some of my days in Cleveland.

    Shortly after graduating from college, (69) I moved to Cleveland and played guitar. There were several places downtown that featured single guitar acts. One, that was open for a very short time, was Alice’s Restaurant. Right across the street was a club called, I believe, The Agora. I walked in late one night and saw the Doors closing their show with Light My Fire. Jim Morrison was lying on the stage, out of his mind and people were streaming out.

    I played folk music in the the attic of of a club called Dickey Poo’s Tool and Die Works in the flats, while downstairs rocked with bands like Joe Walsh and the James Gang, The Choir, and a couple of bands with Eric Carmen. On Sundays, I would go down and jam with the bands. About two oclock in the morning all the entertainers, bartenders, waitresses and whoever else was left would go out to Captain Frank’s at the end of a wharf and have breakfast. D Poo’s opened under a new roof a number of years ago, but I don’t think it exists anymore.

    I was off on Monday and I’d go down with some friends ( Alex Bevin and other musicians) to Diamond Jim Brady’s and we’d sit at the bar and listen to Art Model tell us about the Brown’s weekend game. Pro football wasn’t what it is today.

    I became friends with a drummer named Bill Shwark who beat the skins for a group called The Damnation Of Adam Blessing. They played local clubs and got a gig with a big time record label. I corralled Bill into drumming on a demo I recorded in Fremont, Ohio. At the last minute, Alex Bevin came along and added some tasty guitar licks.

    36 years ago. What a time. Cleveland was jumping, and I felt like a part of the whole scene. Alive with the possibilities that big things could happen. A disc jockey named Chris Eric Stevens was breaking Cleveland bands with major labels and anything seemed possible.

    The funny thing is…anything still seems possible. Take your pessimism, your negatives, the bad news stories of the day and I’ll put up the possibilties, the promise of tomorrow and the chances to make your dreams come true. It’s an exciting time to be alive. It’s an exciting time to try to make things happen. And if you don’t believe that, it will never happen for you!

    13 Responses to “Cleveland”

    1. Don, what are you telling me? It’s not 1969 anymore?

      Exactly what year is it? Have I missed something?

      I was attending Lorain County Community College then, and later Cleveland State. We used to go to Big Moose’s Showcase in Lorain and heard oodles and oodles of great local and national bands there. Never played there myself, but did play at his equally famous place in Tampa-St. Pete once.

      by C.R. on April 29th, 2008 at 6:12 am

    2. By the by,

      Carol and I went to hear Alex Bevan sing on our very first date — it was 1998 and not 1969. Like a lot of us, the skinny boy from Cleveland Ohio is not so skinny any more.

      Oh yes, and about yesterday’s blog, Don, that was not me who wrote that. I was at the Festival of Mystery in Pittsburgh. More than likely it was Zorro.

      ps,
      Never ride in Casey’s backseat unless you like the covered-with-dog hair-look.

      by C.R. on April 29th, 2008 at 6:26 am

    3. Don, what a fun and inspiring blog. Again, I love hearing your stories. You have so many interesting ones to tell!

      by Judy on April 29th, 2008 at 6:28 am

    4. Flash back in time! Those musical groups…those places…Art Model, Eric Stevens…brings back memories of my own.
      I had a good friend who’s dad spotted for the Cleveland Browns. Many time while at Tim’s home, his dad was sitting around with a bunch of the Brown’s players…Lou Groza, Gary Collins, Frank Ryan and Jim Ninowski and even Art himself.
      My good relationship with Tim paid off many times. I watched the last Cleveland team championship, the ‘68 Browns beat the Baltimore Colts 27-0. Cleveland was a heavy underdog for the game. We watched from the old baseball press boxes at Municipal Stadium…and it was cold.
      Another hi-lite…..got a last minute invite to watch the Browns play and beat the NY Jets on the very first Monday night football game….our seats were in the lower deck on the 50 yard line. Lots of fun…..lots of memories.

      Then I got older and made business calls on…..Eric Stevens…..but those are stories for a later date.

      Zz

      PS: I didn’t write that blog yesterday. I’m a lover not a writer.

      by Zorro on April 29th, 2008 at 6:52 am

    5. Don….dinner or lunch while you’re in town on the 12th???

      Zz

      by Zorro on April 29th, 2008 at 7:13 am

    6. Zman, you’re a polygamist is what you are — Connie, Casey, Miranda, who knows how many.

      by C.R. on April 29th, 2008 at 7:15 am

    7. Shhhhhhh……there’s a movement on against us.

      Zz

      by Zorro on April 29th, 2008 at 7:27 am

    8. Z. Lunch…dinner…let me get back to you. Sounds good.

      by Don on April 29th, 2008 at 7:34 am

    9. Love hearing about Don’s memories, but I need to defend myself! That dog hair did not come from the back seat of my car. As I told CR many times yesterday, terriers do not shed. And I own terriers (or they own me). I do believe he brought that dog hair with him, just so he could blame me for it.

      by Casey on April 29th, 2008 at 8:06 am

    10. Hey everybody, remember that meteorite I found? I had the geology department at the University of Akron look at it.

      It–as my father-in-law said–is justa big piece of worthless foundry slag.

      There goes the gifts all of you were going to get: woody Guthrie’s first guitar for Don, a boxcar full of books to read for Jeff, a new Harley for judy, easy-to-clean seatcovers for Casey.

      by C.R. on April 29th, 2008 at 12:50 pm

    11. Damn!

      by don on April 29th, 2008 at 3:05 pm

    12. What about me?
      Little ole’ me?
      What were you going to get for me?

      Zz

      by Zorro on April 29th, 2008 at 7:45 pm

    13. Whoops . . .

      How can I ever make it up to you, Zman.

      Hey, I know, how about a 13-pound hunk of slag?

      by C.R. on April 30th, 2008 at 6:37 am

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