Eric left the band to attend Wesleyan University in Middletown, Connecticut- where he resides to this day. He knocked around out west for a while; at one point he was in a country-rock trio in Oregon called Cascade Freedom with two guys who both had pregnant wives named Dolores. Never having even smooched with anyone named Dolores, he felt very left out.
Back in Connecticut he became a sort of house musician for a youth theatre outfit called Oddfellows Playhouse: for a while there in the 1980’s he was their go-to guy for a musical director when they did a musical and they also hired him to actually write music for some of these productions. Four of the songs on Eden @ the Coffeehouse were written for Oddfellows shows.
Eric put an album out on cassette in 1988 called The Blues for You, which will soon be digitized and re-issued. He played in a trio called the Bus which put out an album in the same period, and there is a lot more music already recorded and on its way to the website.
Eric was a columnist for the local paper in Middletown- his picture, his by-line, the whole bit- until he got tired of not getting paid. At that rate he figures he’d rather blog, and so he will. He is also interested in anagrams. He thinks his next album will be called Scion of the Sonic Icons….
Eric once met Spiro Agnew, which is cooler than meeting him several times. He was at Frank Sinatra's villa in Palm Springs in 1972.
(He didn't meet Frank: bummer!).
Spiro (one called him Ted) told him to look for Frank's version of Bad Leroy Brown by Jim Croce. Ted figured it was going to sweep the airwaves. It didn't, but decades later Eric was sitting in his car eating Chinese food, and heard it on the radio. It sounded just about like Frank Sinatra singing Bad Leroy Brown.
Garden PartyIt was a lovely day in Heaven. They were having another garden party; somebody was playing a harp. The angel Jeff was humming along, some show tune he couldn't place, but as usual he was preoccupied. Jeff had never really lost interest in events on Earth, where he had been a political science professor at a prestigious east-coast university. Most of the other angels didn't think much of Earth. Some referred to it as "the old dirt-ball". Jeff sort of knew he was out of step in maintaining an interest.
It was 2002 down where they kept track. As the nameless show tune ended Jeff was thinking about the fact that 2002 was a numeric palindrome- the same backwards and forwards. When was the last time that happened? 1991. Whoa! thought he: both years, the president of the U.S. was named George Bush! Not the same George Bush, but still! Wouldn't that be a hoot if it was another one next time, in 2112?
There was a lull in the conversation; nobody could think of a new way to praise the clouds. And God was standing right there; He did tend to make people get quiet. But Jeff turned to Him and said out of the blue, as it were, "Did you know that a fellow named Donald Rumsfeld has become the most powerful creature on Earth?"
As the words left his mouth Jeff knew he had stepped in it very big time. (Much later he realized that, for one thing, it was idiotic to ask God if He knew something. Whatever it was, He knew about it. Duh!) After a long moment God turned to Jeff and gave him what was known locally as the "What-was-I-thinking-when-I-created-you?" look.
"Hey Jeff", said He finally, "stuff happens."
The party continued. Some new clouds appeared, to choruses of praise. The harpist went into "Mandy". Suddenly Jeff felt a firm pair of hands on each of his wings. He was propelled swiftly backwards and down into the cloud cover. He struggled and thrashed....
Drive-by HaikuGood old Lance (Armstrong):
His name is an anagram
for clean. That's some dope!
Nixon would be proud
of today's Republicans:
suppressing the vote
The Boy Scouts accept
pedophiles on staff.