If you’ve been following the saga of “Not my Reunion” here on the blog (see late last week), or over at Kalebra’s hilarious G+ posts about it, here are a few shots from the reunion on Saturday night (photos by Brad Moore).
(Above: That’s me back in the back — 3.4 miles from the front of the stage. I can usually only been seen through the Hubble telescope. This is one of the many reasons shortly after high school I switched to keyboards. LOL!!!). Photo by Kalebra with her trusty iPhone.
(Above: That’s Tony McMahon on lead guitar. He’s a really smoking guitar player — even was back when we were teens. He has a Hawaiian Lei around this neck. I never found out why. That’s Dean Erskine behind him. You don’t want to play him in golf. He owns a golf course. Literally. He’s been playing since he was nine. Leave your wallet at home. He plays a pretty mean banjo, too!.) Photo by Brad Moore.
(Above: A close-up of Tony’s Gibson Les Paul in action. Photo by Brad Moore).
(Above: here’s a shot of the whole gang. From L to R: Tayloe Harding on Keyboards. Mike “Big Dog” partially obscured by mic stands and things on Percussion, that’s me back in the South 40; Tony McMahon on Lead Guitar, Tim Colton on Bass, Dean Erskine on Guitar and Banjo on Eagles songs, and Joe Mathein on Lead Vocals (sitting in for our original lead singer Angie Aparo) . It’s possible we’re not a “pretty boy” band. ;-) Photo by Brad Moore.
(Above: A good clean shot of me chopping wood in green and blue. Photo by Brad Moore.
(Above: Here one of me right before we went on, taken by my sweetie with her “Trusty iPhone.” I wore a Marshall Amplification t-shirt while playing the drums just to throw off the people dancing. ;-)
My wife Kalebra was such a great sport for coming yet again to another “Not my Reunion” and covering the event live on her G+ page (which was almost as much fun as the gig itself). Plus, Brad Moore totally took one for the team by coming out and getting some shots (Thanks Braddo!).
It’s been five years since our last reunion, and since we’re all older than dirt, who knows if we’ll ever get the chance to relive our high school classic rock band days again, but for that one night we got to laugh, play louder than we should have, and the sweet sound of cowbell filled the air during “We’re an American Band.”
A great way to spend a Saturday night back in my home town seeing old friends and reliving some of the best times of my young life. Thanks guys, I had a ball. Now, can I get my guitar and keyboards and move back up front? ;-)