A fiery keyboard with the speed of light, a cloud of notes, and a hearty Hi-Yo Synthesizer! The Lone Arranger! With his faithful orchestrator Turtle Beach, the daring and crazed keyboardist led the fight for the return of melody, harmony, and a driving back beat to the West's (c)rap music scene. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear! From out of the past come the thundering keys of the great piano!
Hi-Yo Steinway! Awaaaaaaaaay! The Lone Arranger rides again!
Music, particularly old songs like I play, is a return to "those thrilling days of yesteryear" - an audio waltz down memory lane. Each song brings back when you first heard it - where you were - what you were doing - who you were with. Memory fragments - opening with At The Hop at the Silver Wings Ballroom (sadly long gone) - playing piano accompaniment for Begin The Beguine for the high school girls' choir - listening on a six transistor radio out by the pool to Roy's immortal drums and guitar riff knowing it was headed straight to the top of the charts - the night when in the middle of Maniac an instrument amp caught fire (foot high flames and a fire extinguisher.)
Concerts - The Moody Blues in New Orleans, Santana in Dallas, The Beach Boys in the Astrodome, Grand Funk in San Antonio, Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull in half a bathrobe in Austin, Three Dog Night in Greg Gym - Quicksilver Messenger Service, Steve Miller, and Big Brother and the Holding Company (with "featuring Janis Joplin" in tiny letters) at the tiny storefront Vulcan Gas Company on Congress Avenue in Austin - Gordon Lightfoot in the ten seat coffee shop of the UT Student Union .
A very young Elvis on a flatbed trailer outside the Houston Fat Stock Show on a Louisiana Hayride sponsored tour - and then later a not so young Elvis at the Hilton International in Vegas. The Stones in New Orleans - The Beatles in Dallas, (never heard a thing but screaming.) Symphonic concerts, grand opera, and ballet at too many venues to ever count.
They all evoke memories but each person's memories are unique. What you remember and what I remember is part of our own individual heritage. Enjoy - hope the memories are good ones.
Reeves
PS The photo is from the Old West mountains in Arizona where The Lone Ranger was likely to be found dispensing his masked justice and silver bullets. I watched Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels every Saturday morning.
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