It was 1980-something. I was in a band called Sans Dargent (i.e. “no money”). I wrote a song called “Killer Head” because it’s hard to play. Because it’s hard to play, people. This was recorded live at a club, the Blue Wall, and I have done my best to mix/master it to be sonically acceptable. My good friend Chris Poudrier Sr. was on drums, kicking it hard. The genre is Pre-Post-Rock-Fusion. I was thinking too highly of myself. Also, I was into picking every.single.note. Enjoy.
Some pics from my band Tempest back at UMASS Amherst. There are more. I have to look for those.
For two years I left the practice of law and business behind and went back “out there” to play full time in the “Ricky Berger Blues Band.” That was a wonderful and several times truly wild journey. I hosted a weekly blues jam in Hopedale, MA and played lots of gigs here and there. The journey on these routes brought me back to my musical roots.
Here are some pics from 2006 when I got to open for the legendary band Chicago and then hang out to dance for their set. Ok, that was the best time.
1974 Fender Telecaster Custom. 1960’s Fender Bandmaster head. An Acoustic cab (with at least one horn) that sounded awesome. I have always loved great gear and playing loud. I was, however, overly serious about things. And I probably thought a little too highly of myself back in those days. We live and we learn (at least in theory).
In high school I always had my guitar with me. This picture was included in the first or second page of the yearbook. The guitar was a Gibson ES 175. I won all-state with that guitar. These were the years where my teachers pushed me, and pushed me, to study and learn my instrument and music theory. I am eternally grateful to Karen Wilcox and Joe Keown for being the teachers and friends that that they were.
Here I was playing a gig at Henry Wilson Jr. High. Our set list included lots of Aerosmith and Led Zeppelin. That band was called Spirit.