In the early 1980s, I got into a war with my management - they just kept on suing me and I lost everything. So I had to go out on tour to make sure the electricity stayed on.
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Fortunately, I've also been an electrician, and that's a happy memory for me.
I left the Middle West for Schenectady because the General Electric Company offered me a more congenial, better paying job than did anyone else.
My parents were dealing with evictions and repossessions and electricity getting shut off, and I just realized that I had to get it together.
During one or two summers, as well as part-time during the school year, I worked for a small Canadian company which developed electrical instruments for military planes.
When I was very small, the electricity was turned off because we didn't pay the bill. I remember sitting by the oil lamp listening to my mother playing 'Careless Love' on the piano.
I grew up during the war years in a tiny cottage with no electricity. Water for washing was pumped from a pond. My brother and I had to fetch drinking water from a tap at the end of the lane, and light was from candles, paraffin lamps, and our nightly log fire.
To be honest, in my five years as an electrician, I never got the license.
My grandmother's house - she ran it just like her grandmother and her great-grandmother. They didn't have electricity. They had wood stoves that never got cold.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
I had my electricity turned off three times because I never had time to pay my bills. It was a joke. I'm making a ton of money, and I'm walking around my apartment with flashlights.