I moved to Southern California in 1968 living in Costa Mesa.

I got involved with some local musicians that had same musical interests, and the Crystal-Tea-Pot was born.

The music was different and the people were free & wild.

We played mostly rhythm & blues and jammed from Laguna beach all the way up the coast to Berkley. We met musicians from all walks of life.

Hitch hiking back from the free clinic on Haight & Ashbury in San Francisco, I got a ride from the bass player in the Steve Miller Band once. I also met the guys from Moby Grape, on the way home.

I remember seeing the Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead, and Blue Cheer. It was not really unusual out there. Anyway, it was way to heavy for me at the time. I became to wild, no holds barred, move over world, and came alive, so to speak. I knew in my minds eye, if I stayed there, my life would be short lived. I ended up back in Rockford, and really could not take that after California.

I moved back to New Orleans, to the French Quarter. I could not get traveling off my mind, and went wandering again. Eventually I ended up in South Beloit Il.