Ok, I'll continue with my short life version:
After I saw KISS at 8 yrs old, I begged mom for a Hondo Destroyer. Got it. After a few years I still sucked at guitar and met a guy who played bass and that took over my muse. Guess it was time to be Gene and not Paul... lol
I started playing Iron Maiden records from top to bottom. Quite well I will say. Friends nicknamed me Jimmy Harris. Was 16 by then. My friends had a shitty band called 'Chicks With Dicks'. They wouldn't let me in the band because I was too good and my hair was too short. A fucking blessing actually. They were so Poison like. Ugh.
So I joined a cover band with musicians in their 30's. Mind you I just got my drivers license. That didn't last very long.
From there an original act stole me. That band was so close to being signed. Barry Fey was managing us. Headlined tons of local gigs and got layed way too much for a bass player. Performed at mid size theater and club gigs opening for everyone from Pantera, Fates Warning, COC, Nuclear Assault, Doro Pesh, Savatage, Flotsom, Bullet Boys, Extreme, Lynch Mob, to one wonderful gig at Mile High Stadium. Rocky Mountain Jam 2 with REO Speedwagon, Damn Yankees, Kings X. Yeah we played at noon, but wow! Oh, and I conceived my 30 year old daughter that evening. Rock N Roll!
So when the recording contract fell through, we split up and I changed instruments to drums. From then I hooked up with a local DJ and formed another original band. With the use of the DJ's connections, I played many other really large venues opening for Kid Rock, POD, Suicidal Tendencies, and oh yeah, Firefall. One of them fuckers stole my Rok n Sok drum throne!
After that got old hearing from others that I was just in the band to play big shows (DUH!), I started some other more personal projects playing drums or bass.
Life went on, got older, and became more of a daddy. Now I record other peoples broken dreams. LOL
Actually tonight I am jamming with the remaining 'living' members of the band that played Mile High Stadium. Just for fun. No intentions other than maybe a glory days gig.
Life goes on for a wannabe washed up rock star. LOL! I'm happy though.