I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Bob Greene for writing this book for me.
Ok, I’m kidding….. but it sure felt that way.
I’m a native Californian, born and raised, never lived anywhere else, never wanted to.
When I was eight or nine, one weekend my brother was in a competition at a rifle range in Pacifica, Ca., below San Francisco. My dad was driving and I went along for the ride.
It was to be a long day. There were a couple hours between my brother’s events and my dad asked me if I wanted to go for a drive. Sure, why not?
So we drove a bit further down the coast to Half Moon Bay and we spent the time sitting on the beach watching surfers, just the two of us. It was terribly out of character for my dad, but it was the coolest thing I’d ever seen.
Music is a powerful thing. The music of our youth plays a big part in defining who we are, and sometimes who we become. Hearing a song from that era can trigger so many memories and transport you through time.
By some fluke, Bob Greene had an opportunity of a lifetime that lasted for over fifteen years.
The boy from Ohio became a member of Jan and Dean’s backup band, playing guitar and singing, traveling the country doing oldies shows. Everything from small county fairs to stadiums filled with thousands of fans.
Some excerpts:
I hadn’t played since early in the Lyndon Johnson administration.
But the same three “Louie Louie” chords I’d known then — the basic guitar cords of rock and roll — were waiting somewhere in the recesses of my mind, and the tendons of my hands, just where I’d left them.
One of the bands that would follow us was a Beatles tribute group….in the wings, as I went to get water, were the fake Beatles, in tight-fitting light-gray suits and ties. The fake Paul McCartney handed me a bottle, and in a bogus Liverpool accent, said: “ ‘ere you go.”
….”You blokes were good,” the fake John Lennon said to me.
….I stood in the wings to watch Chubby Checker perform….I stood next to the evening’s master of ceremonies, flown in by the promoters to add a special touch to the night. Jerry Mathers. Yep. The Beaver from Leave It to Beaver.
“We think we know who you really are.”
A group of four women came up as we were leaving the football stadium.
“We have a bet,” one of them said. “If we’re right, do you promise you’ll tell us?”
“Who do you think I am?” I said, waiting to bask in the moment.
“You played Little Ricky on I Love Lucy,” one of the women said.
I stood there….
“Are we right?” one of them said.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, you are.”
I’m not even going to attempt to name all the famous performers Greene met and sometimes even shared the stage with, it’s jaw dropping.
But if you’re interested in this sort of thing, I would highly recommend watching The T.A.M.I. Show video from 1964 filmed in Santa Monica, Ca. It starred and was hosted by Jan and Dean and the other acts ranged from The Beach Boys to The Rolling Stones and everything in between, and is worth the price just for James Brown’s performance.
I also want to mention that I actually did attend one of Jan and Dean’s shows at a county fair in the 1980s. This was about 20 years after Jan’s tragic accident and several years before Greene joined the group.