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all about Jason Peri and NewHatRecords
PART ONE
I was born in West Covina, CA on April 1st, 1957. The first few years were rough, as I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Then, when I was 6 years old, I heard The Beatles on the radio. I knew right away that I was destined to be a drummer, and my parents hooked me up with lessons at a local music store. I was learning all the basic stuff, but the instructor had me banging on a little rubber practice pad, until it was time for music school photos. They took my picture sitting behind a big, full, shiny drum set. What a bunch of misleading crap, I thought. I was a hardheaded six year old with principles, so I quit drum lessons and switched to guitar. There would be no cheating that way. I stuck with it and got to be pretty good. I taught myself to play piano a few years later, but guitar was still my main thing.
My first gig was at summer camp. I was probably 11 or 12 years old. I had my Fender Jazzmaster guitar and Vibro Champ amplifier with me all summer. My friend, Dave Goldstein, had his guitar and amp with him too. I don’t remember what kind of guitar he had, but his amp was a Fender Princeton Reverb... I was so jealous. Dave was a very good guitar player, as I recall. Apparently, we were both good enough to play a song with some camp counselors at a dance one night. We played “I Got A Line On You,” by Spirit. I think we did well. It was certainly the highlight of my summer.
In my sophomore year of high school I joined my first cover band, Sticky Fingers, based in
I was born in West Covina, CA on April 1st, 1957. The first few years were rough, as I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Then, when I was 6 years old, I heard The Beatles on the radio. I knew right away that I was destined to be a drummer, and my parents hooked me up with lessons at a local music store. I was learning all the basic stuff, but the instructor had me banging on a little rubber practice pad, until it was time for music school photos. They took my picture sitting behind a big, full, shiny drum set. What a bunch of misleading crap, I thought. I was a hardheaded six year old with principles, so I quit drum lessons and switched to guitar. There would be no cheating that way. I stuck with it and got to be pretty good. I taught myself to play piano a few years later, but guitar was still my main thing.
My first gig was at summer camp. I was probably 11 or 12 years old. I had my Fender Jazzmaster guitar and Vibro Champ amplifier with me all summer. My friend, Dave Goldstein, had his guitar and amp with him too. I don’t remember what kind of guitar he had, but his amp was a Fender Princeton Reverb... I was so jealous. Dave was a very good guitar player, as I recall. Apparently, we were both good enough to play a song with some camp counselors at a dance one night. We played “I Got A Line On You,” by Spirit. I think we did well. It was certainly the highlight of my summer.
In my sophomore year of high school I joined my first cover band, Sticky Fingers, based in
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