Most I forget, but I remember that King Kobra rehearsed downstairs and Gene Simmons came by to see them now and then (I passed him in the halls more than once). Our rehearsal building was home to several popular local bands and well-known touring groups. Go ahead, laugh at my bandanas and spandex. (Above) Here I’m ripping up a solo at some concert (must be early days, as I’ve got noticeably shorter hair). That’s me in the lower left, looking wistfully off into the distance, with hair down to the middle of my back. (Above) My bandmates and I circa 1985 or so. The building was just a hive of studio rooms populated with hair bands, metal gods, and hapless wannabes all of us living or chasing The Dream. Like most other LA bands we had a rehearsal studio in a 3- or 4-story building in one of the warehouse districts. Three intrepid friends of mine and I had moved out to Los Angeles to become rock stars. I don’t remember what year it was precisely, but it was somewhere around 1985 or so. I remembered that I once actually had a guitar duel with this guy. For what reason I don’t know, but I suddenly thought back to a cool event from my long-haired days. This morning while working on a bevy of templates for a client project, I was listening to Paul Gilbert’s “ Get Out Of My Yard” album. See the connection? No? Okay, there’s no connection, but there is a story. Today I am a short-haired designer and Paul is a short-haired rock guitarist. Back then, guitar phenom Paul Gilbert was a long-haired rock guitarist, too. Back in the ’80s I was a long-haired rock guitarist.
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