Ever since I watched The Beatles perform on The Ed Sullivan Show on February 9, 1964, I knew exactly what I wanted to do and be in Life. A Musician, a Songwriter, a Performer. Little did I know how long and hard the road would be. I started banging on pots, pans, cardboard boxes or on anything that sounded like a drum. Whenever a song title, idea or concept seeped into my mind, I wrote it down on paper, napkins, or even scraps of paper, whatever I could find. As a boy of 13 or 14, I remember having shoeboxes filled with scraps of papers with song titles I came up with. One day, my grammar school buddies and I got together to do our first music jam. I had just bought a snare drum, while my friends played on acoustic guitars. We would listen to records by our favs: The Beatles, the Rolling Stones, The Who, The Kinks, The Dave Clark 5, The Hollies, The British Invasion groups, The Zombies, The Animals, The Yardbirds, Santana, The Bee Gees, The Young Rascals. Then we moved on to more elaborate groups and artists: Jimi Hendrix, Cream, Bob Dylan, Jeff Beck, The Doors, Simon & Garfunkel, and in between, all of the Motown artists, along with so many Musicians, Songwriters and Artists that it is impossible to list them all.