I’m not sure if a memoir should even have a prologue. I was never a writer before this, and I’m not even well-read, so I figure I’d better say something before people start reading and get confused as to what the hell I’m doing here. My writing is indeed very simplistic, but that is who I am, honest and sincere. I won’t try to be someone I’m not while I tell my own story. I put my heart into words and reveal myself not because I want to but because I have to tell what happened with music.
Simply put, I have a story I must tell, and it’s very unbelievable. I’ll turn 70 this year, so I haven’t got much time left to tell it.
When I was 16, my love for rock music began. Rock Music was always magic to me, and I believed in it wholeheartedly and the musicians who created it. It set me out on a long journey to find something, but I didn’t know what it was. For me, there was a special love and magic hidden in the music, and I had to find it.
My story is my journey.