Drummer Available!

Once again, I am finding myself with more free time than I care for musically speaking and I am again reaching out to my fellow musicians in search of playing opportunities. Please give me a buzz if you or someone you know can use my percussive services. Thanks!

I am not looking for another full-time band I am just putting my name in front of you as an available, reliable sub drummer. I am used to getting last minute calls and playing a professional-sounding gig that fools the audience into believing we have been tight for years.

I got the chops and the gear and all that stuff.

Wheels? Check.
Maturity? Check. (I am 39 years old).
Sober? You betcha!
Day job? Soon!

Cover Bands I currently play with: The Dave Abbott Band; The Gents

Cover Bands I have worked with in the past: Mr Meanor, The Mo-Fo’s, Uncle Melvin, Getting Even, Shuv, Velvet Jones, Captain Crunk, Smurfy Brown, Sugarbee, Voodoo Love Kit, Atomic Punks (Van Halen tribute!), The Creeps (based in Wisconsin), Scotty Meyer band (also in WI), Spanking Machine…. I can’t even remember them all.

Original band I am in: Gravity Mine

Experience: 30 years of playing drums. Music major in college. Jazz, marching band, prog rock, metal, latin – I love it all and have done it all. I have played around 3500 gigs at this point.

I will nail the rock to the wall.

Let’s rock!

My links are on the side of the page over there(ish) —>>>>>
Check ’em out and see what I’m all about!



Callie is back to normal!

It took about 4 days of depression and PTSB for her to get over her trauma with the coyotes attacking her, but Callie Meowingbutts seems to be back to her good old self. She has her curiosity back, she likes going outside, she is really active, she follows me around, she’s bitchy when she feels like it, and she can be found laying under her favorite bush once again.



Poor Callie Meowingbutts

Our poor kitty was attacked by coyotes on Tuesday night. It was quite scary for us and downright frightening for her.

Callie Sleeping

Callie Sleeping In Her Seashell.

As we lay in bed in the early morning hours (or was it late at night? Is 2 am early or late?) Callie started acting a little spooked. We didn’t think much of it. It’s not uncommon for her to come and go in the night as she pleases so we didn’t fret when she got out of bed.

Mind you now that Applesauce had been telling me she had heard something and had dreams about raccoons coming in through the cat flap. That dream isn’t too out of the ordinary for her. We have raccoons in the neighborhood and we’ve had other cats come through the cat flap.

So we are laying there when something wakes us up. I hear a commotion outside and the motion sensor light outside our window came on. I quickly got up and looked out the window and see a GODDAMN COYOTE running through the yard followed shortly by another coyote. WTF?!?! We are in a residential area where frankly seeing raccoons seems weird. So seriously – what the fuck? I put my sandals on grab my big Maglite and a smaller LED flashlight and head out front to see what’s going on.

Of course the coyotes are gone and there is no sign of Callie. I am instantly worried. I shine the light all around the yard and don’t see anything or anyone. I go back inside to get my keys and real shoes on; I intend to drive around and look for those fucking coyotes and if need be kick them in the head or run them over. I shine the flashlights in all the neighbors yards and look for Callie on foot and from the truck for the next 30 minutes or so. Nothing.

I am back home and getting really upset. I check the backyard again. Still no Callie. Applesauce has been calling to her without any luck. I am on the verge of giving and just assuming that our poor kitty has been eaten by coyotes. I start thinking about how she wanted to lay on my tummy but I wanted to roll over and told her to move it. How awful to think that the last interaction you had with a loved one wasn’t favorable? Ya. Sucky.

II try the backyard one more time and there she is sitting up on the fence looking scared and ragged. I get Applesauce to help me bring her inside and we check her out; she has her hair matted and screwed up in a few placed but there isn’t any blood. We rub her all over and se doesn’t wince or cry. She appears to be physically ok.

Mentally on the other hand…. she’s a wreck. For the last two days she has not been herself. She is reserved, edgy, scared, timid…. nothing like the curious, energetic, friendly kitty she was before the attack.

I am really sad to see her so traumatized. It really bothers me. Normally she is outside laying on the sidewalk in the sunshine or in her favorite spot in the bushes, but she spent all day Wednesday in the crawlspace above the house and all day Thursday inside, sleeping in her cat bed. As we are getting a bit further into evening I am seeing some of her old personality trying to come through – barely.

Callie under her favorite bush.

Callie under her favorite bush. She lays under here so often the tanbark has all been flattened out.

I vacuumed the house this evening and normally she goes outside and I don’t see her foor quite awhile. Tonight she went about 4 feet out the back door and was happy to come back in as soon as the vacuuming was done.

Callie in the window

Callie in the window. Taken Tuesday afternoon before attack.

There are claw marks on our fence, rocks and leaves strewn about, fur on the mailbox; iit must have really been traumatic. II read about coyotes after we found her and brought he in (like I was going to be sleepy after that excitement); I was shocked to read that coyotes in urban areas are not that uncommon. They forage through garbage cans, eat cats, dogs and other family pets; they are apparently not shy about going through neighborhoods looking for food. They are also responsible for making my wife cry.


Callie Post Trauma

Callie Post Trauma - She doesn't even enjoy getting brushed.