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It’s a
freak show. Hey man, I know these guys. All of
them. The music business is a freak magnet. You
know, every freak born between 1945 and yesterday
will wind up in a rock band at some stage of
their development. Only the hardcore will opt to
arrest that development in this life and stick
with it for better or worse, richer or poorer.
Sounds like getting married. At least you can get
divorced if you marry—musicians either
succeed or go down in flames trying.
Law
enforcement is probably the second biggest freak
magnet. If you become involved with the law from
either side of a shield, you’ll know what
I’m talking about. New York City is a freak
magnet too, and if the Big Apple can’t
attract big enough freaks, it’ll just
generate them itself. Like Harry.
Well,
our boy has managed to catalog all the freaks,
both imported and domestic, from our old
neighborhood. Then he made up a few of his own. I
may be speaking out of school here, but I truly
believe many of his made-up freaks were spawned
from his own subconscious.
They were the best
of times, they were the worst of times, but I
know that’s been used before. Being an
over-the-hill rocker, or maybe a has-been-that-never-was,
is its own punishment. You know, contemplating
all the things that might have been, and toasting
them repeatedly in a dark run-down bar on the
wrong side of town, doggedly cherishing a five
thousand dollar guitar while your best sneakers
leak and your day job has about as much future as
a grave. There were perks too—we may have
been down and out, but we had those vital
intangibles: friendship, music and love. And man,
that is why I like what our author here has done
with his little story.
Harry had his
period of being exactly like Gary. He’ll
deny it, but it’s true. Ask him about
Christmas of ’86, a bunch of us sitting in
the mall with no money in our pockets and nowhere
to go, watching the yuppies running by with their
packages. We were all broke, but we had something
that I doubt many of those upscale trendies did.
We had burdens we would and could share. Too many
people live and die holding it all inside.
What can I say
about Harry's 'characters' and those days? The
times are long gone and a painful number of the
people are too. Yeah, Harry has managed to put
together quite a nice little piece of fiction,
but did it have to hit so close to home?
--The Unknown
Rocker
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LOW END
By Harry George Pellegrin. The
first in the Gary Morrissey series of mysteries. Dealing
with modern subject matter in the classic style of the 1940's
Mystery Noire masters--think Raymond Chandler in New York in the
1980's... LOW END is the story of a drug addict who is
murdered after he believes he has found evidence of a major
government conspiracy. Is it only drug-induced paranoia?
Might be, except his paranoia could be considered justified: he
was murdered, after all. Friend Gary Morrissey takes it
upon himself to find out just what happened and lands himself in
the crosshairs.
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Classic Guitar Method
Composed,
written, transcribed, edited and arranged by Harry G. Pellegrin: Now in one volume, much of what the novice classical guitarist will need to know to lead him or her to the recital stage. From proper instrument care and maintenance to the necessary technical skills, musical mind-set, and the standard repertoire—all exposed and explored with enough detail and insight that the student will wish to keep this book handy years to come as a ready reference source.
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DEEP END: The Wreck
of the Eddie Fitz
By
Harry George Pellegrin. A mystery novel. Involving a
semi-professional musician and a Kreyol death cult, DEEP END
takes the reader from the bottom of Long Island Sound to the
steamy streets and Blues clubs of New Orleans. Alternative
spirituality does battle with the common working man. Published by
PAB Entertainment Group in association with LULU.com.
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Reflecting Pools
Original Music by Harry G. Pellegrin:
Reflecting Pools is a departure for me
as it is totally keyboard. Well, the guitar did show up on one
track...
"...Reflecting Pools is a notable first album [for
Mr. Pellegrin]. A dramatic sense of tonality and mood are
propelled by exemplary musicianship and exciting compositional
exploits."
...And containing nine tracks that are relaxing, inspirational
-- sounds like a snooze. Not really, this is great stuff to
listen to on a rainy afternoon, while with your significant
other (nudge, nudge, know what I mean?)
Please visit the Reflecting Pools
page on this site or
www.bathtubmusic.com.
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scholarly transcriptions and free sheet music,
click the following link:
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