When I moved to New York, I had to let my band know that I couldn't play anymore, and that was difficult to leave that behind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In the late summer of 1986, the band I had been in for five years stopped playing. Suddenly, I was on my own. This new state of bandlessness was, at first, traumatic. When your group breaks up, a lot of broken parts hit the ground.
I would've loved to have been in a band, but sadly I just wasn't good enough.
I'd been bumming around in bands since my school days.
I quit my band in New York City in 1969 and I got really angry at them. I got angry at one of my guitar players and I dove over the drum set and we got into a fight.
There's definitely a solitary aspect to not having a band, and there are times when I wish that I did.
And later, if I ever felt that I was getting swept away by the craziness of being in a band, well, I'd go back to Virginia.
For a long time, I couldn't actually deal with playing concerts; it was a totally alien concept to me, 'cause I was used to playing in clubs and dance halls.
Me and my brothers started a musical group early on, and we were playing in places where we really weren't supposed to be.
I wanted to be as far away from everybody as I could be. I found it difficult to be close to anybody, not just the guys in the band.
When we moved to Seattle, everybody kind of disappeared into different corners of the city and it was a very difficult time for the band.