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This week’s Musical Monday springs from a personal source. I am thrilled to be able to showcase the debut novel, Nor-Cal, by my friend, Sean Finnegan. Sean and I are both Bay Area natives. We went to the same junior high school in Santa Rosa, but to be honest I don’t think we ever spoke. I always knew who he was though. How could this Irish girl miss a cute Irish boy named Sean Patrick Finnegan? We went to different high schools. Eventually, I attended a college in Northern California and he headed south. Years later, as so often seems to be the case, we ran across one another on Facebook through mutual friends. Once we realized we both had become writers we began to compare notes on our professional journeys.

Last spring Sean launched his first novel, Nor-Cal, on Amazon. Finnegan writes with a kind of stream of consciousness, but with more shades of Jack Kerouac than Faulkner. Real and raw, the author doesn’t pull any punches so while the age of the protagonist and the coming of age theme might lead one to include this in Young Adult, parents might want to take a look at it first. I can say that this read will spark some very necessary and honest conversations between loved ones on life & death, sex, drugs, and the gaps between generations, not to mention the clash of value systems. Call it the male perspective on coming of age, a boy’s Some Girls Are and potentially as controversial.

Nor-cal by Sean Finnegan

Nor-cal by Sean Finnegan

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Thanks so much, Sean, for agreeing to do this interview on my site. Because I am not up to the magic of podcasts and Finnegan lives a state away- we went old school:

1.) Nor-cal is clearly a very personal story for you. How much is memoir and how much is fiction? Where does Pavel O’Shea leave off and Sean Finnegan begin? 

  • I’d say that the character of Pavel is a composite divided into thirds; one third me and my experiences/ one third my sister’s perspective and disciplined nature/ and one third based on the life of a guy I worked with in a restaurant. I have a strange writing style which utilizes a Cuisinart to puree’ true events with complete fiction.

2.) Pavel seemed to have more positive relationships with many of the women in his life than the men, even those men closest to him. Was this on purpose? What did you mean to say about your main character with this dynamic?

  • I grew up in a family almost entirely comprised of women. My father left when I was young. My grandfather left before I was even born. A lot of guys I knew growing up in the 80’s not only had divorced parents, but fathers that were almost entirely absent from their lives. James Hetfield is in this documentary called “Absent Dads” and it blew me away to learn he had a similar story to mine and that of a lot of my friends. I’m just reporting on this phenomenon more than trying to say anything about it. But I read this quote by Lemmy from Motorhead who said: “Not only do I lust after women, but I actually like women, like talking with them.” And I’d whole-heartedly agree with that. I’ve always had a few women in my life who weren’t relatives or girlfriends, but just damn good friends. And I don’t read about those relationships too often in most “young man/coming of age stories.” My friendships with men are awesome, crucial, instinctive, hysterical and vital. But rarely are they jam packed with moments of tenderness. So, when those moments occur they carry a lot of weight.

3.) Nor-cal is billed as a book centered around the SF music scene, thrash metal and punk rock in particular, but it could be argued that the book truly centers around the SF drug scene. Is that a fair statement? How deep do you think the classic link between rock-n-roll and drugs really lies?

  • Let’s face it, rock and roll and drugs have ALWAYS gone hand in hand. Not that drugs are required for good rock music, but the influence is definitely there. Jimmy Page and heroin, Bob Marley and pot, The Grateful Dead and LSD, there was a lot of coke and speed in the Bay Area thrash metal scene, that’s for sure. But see, I don’t think all drug use is bad; matter of fact when used in a safe manner I think there can be extremely positive benefits to moderate drug use. Damn near everyone drinks in this country and nobody’s too upset about booze even though it kills more people each year than ALL the illicit drugs combined. That being said, I think some drugs are completely worthless, I’m talking methamphetamine, cocaine and cigarettes. Although I’ve never shot heroin, I’d like to include that one in the “worthless” category as well except for the fact that most of the musical geniuses of the 20th century were all smack addicts. But the problem with heroin is you never really hear of a casual heroin user, most people destroy their lives behind that one. Anytime a person crosses into unmanageable addiction, it’s always terrible. And because this story is set in the mid-80’s, I focused on the extremely rapid and negative affects crack and freebase cocaine had on the drug culture at that time. It was a complete game changer which took down a lot of good people.

4.) The book describes iconic California scenery and landmarks. Do you think most of America has a clear picture of Northern California? Do you think Nor-cal paints one? What aspects of California in the 1980’s did you especially want to play up? Why?

  • I know people from all over the country, all over the world and nobody knows a goddamn thing about Northern California. Okay, maybe the wine country and the Golden Gate? But the vision most people have of California is of Southern California, a big sandy beach. I dig So-Cal, lived there for ten years and still love to visit the place, see my friends down there. I’m certainly not an L.A. hater by any means. But I just wanted to share everything I could about the locale where we both grew up, Erika. I think there’s a good taste of it in the book. San Francisco and Humboldt County seem to epitomize the extremes of Nor-Cal to me. And I really wanted to reference the tone of Ronald Reagan’s presidency, a more conservative era people hardly remember anymore, when the Soviet Union was our sworn enemy and pot was totally illegal under threat of a severe jail sentence, ten years before medical marijuana.

5.)  One of the challenges Pavel must over come is grief and loss. Do you think the young are better or less equipped to deal with these emotions? What about Pavel allows him to soldier through his bereavement?

  • I don’t know if anyone is well equipped to deal with grief or loss. Personally, I’m terrible at it. I lost nine very close family members and friends during the writing of this book from forty-one yrs old to forty-five yrs old and these losses obviously affected the course of the story. Writing the novel was my saving grace, a life preserver nobody could take from me. My girlfriend dumped me 3 weeks before John Lucanic (film school best friend/ multiple Key Arts award-winning editor/ Santa Rosa High School graduate) died at thirty-eight. The pain was intolerable after losing my 1st cousin, father, grandmother, and a few other extremely close friends only months before. Having this self-appointed job of writing and finishing a novel kept me going. For Pavel, I think the combination of his running habit and the candle flickering in his heart, this quest to find his place in the world keeps him moving forward. I think when a person is truly devastated any positive routine, habit, or ritual is essential to navigating the bereavement.

6.) In Nor-cal Pavel O’Shea is a very intelligent guy who occasionally does pretty dumb things. For much of the novel education is not a priority, although it’s talked about a lot. Do you think by the end Pavel has changed his mind on that score? Why?

  • I love that you asked this question. I think people mainly run on their emotional make-up as opposed to their level of intelligence. I think intelligence is great for learning a new app, tying your shoelace, speaking in a foreign language, curing cancer, or mapping the route to Yellowstone. But I don’t think it dominates our base level decision making. Occasionally, I guess intelligence can override one’s autonomic programming, but I think that rarely happens.

6.) We authors tend to refine and rewrite endlessly. Sometimes it’s hard to walk away from a book, even after it’s done. Now that Nor-cal is out, is there anything about it you wish you could rewrite just one more time?

  • Well, my Mac kept “freezing” two weeks before my launch date. About 5% of my Spellchecks were lost and a few errors snuck through. I’ve had six readers check for mistakes and luckily most of their notes overlapped. I’m relaunching this more “perfect” version in September. But as far as content….I spent three years writing, a year re-writing, and another year editing and proofreading. The story I wanted to tell is all there. I’ve already moved on to my next novel.

7.) What’s next for you as far as literary aspirations? Will we see more of Pavel? What can fans expect?

  • I never really thought about Pavel’s story continuing. But now you’ve got me considering it.  Hopefully, the reader envisions his life beyond the last page of “Nor-Cal”. My next book will be out early next year, it follows a thirty year-old surfer in Venice Beach. But after that I’ll depart from the coming-of-age story. My third book is a woman’s story. It’s been outlined on index cards for many years. I also have a couple of Sci-Fi stories outlined.

8.) There’s a lot of great music mentioned in the book: Armored Saint, Metallica, Marley, Motown, and Cash just to name a few. Who are you listening to these days? Who are your go-to classic favorites?

  • I try listening to as much modern music as possible but it rarely takes hold. I’ve become that cranky fuck who mainly likes music from his own era. And as much as I love thrash metal and punk, I also listen to a ton of jazz, old-school country, reggae, Motown, funk, soul and folk. I love classic rock and 90’s alternative and probably every band from Seattle. But my mainstays are Sabbath, Pat Metheny Group, Nirvana, Miles Davis, Tammy Wynette, Fleetwood Mac, Van Halen, Motown, Suicidal Tendencies, Steely Dan, Metallica, Zeppelin, Ani DiFranco, Hendrix, D.R.I., Pantera, Curtis Mayfield and Joni Mitchell.  Thanks for reading the book, Erika. I really appreciate it!


Sean Finnegan, author of "Nor-Cal"Sean Finnegan, author of "Nor-Cal"

Sean Finnegan, author of “Nor-Cal”


Sean Finnegan was born in San Francisco and raised in Sonoma County. Finnegan studied screenwriting at CSU Long Beach. After working ten years in television, Nor-Cal is his first novel. When not writing, the Portland-based author spends his time fishing throughout the Pacific Northwest. To keep up with all things Finnegan, you can follow him on his Amazon author page. To purchase Nor-Cal click on the following Amazon link to buy Nor-Cal on

Okay, so we’ve learned about an awesome book, talked to a stellar author, and told you how to get your mitts on said awesome book. Only one thing remains… C’mon, Erika, what’s our Musical Monday tune going to be?

Well, let me tell you,my one beef with Nor-Cal… some bastard character called my beloved Scorpions “80’s Glam Rock.” Ummm, NO! Scorps’ pedigree extends a decade before that and they do completely rock. The quality of the music deserves more than such dismissive categorization. I can’t have my Scorpions placed on the same shelf as Poison and Warrant. Hell to the no. That said, this week’s song is… Coming Home by the Scorpions since Nor-Cal has a lot of home in it for me.




Erika Gardner

Erika Gardner

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I first watched David Letterman in the early eighties at a sleepover at my friend Lisa’s house. Must have been seventh or eighth grade. We were up too late. That experience proved to be a game changer for me, a paradigm shifter. He did silly stuff, I mean really silly stuff. Anyone remember the velcro suit? How about the alka seltzer suit? The magnet suit? Then in college… I started listening to the words. A perfect evening was getting nachos at the dorm’s restaurant, The Junction, and then watching Letterman. It made the first class hell the next day, but it was worth it. Everyone else (that mattered) talked about the same show. We all had opinions. We drank another coca-cola and powered through the day, only to do the same thing the next night. Ah, youth.

I continued with Letterman over the years- when he switched networks and came on an hour earlier- wow, life saver! Way to completely screw it up, NBC. When Carson tells you who he wants as a successor, you go with Carson’s pick, no matter how nice Leno is. Amateurs.

Scroll forward to 1999. Late nights I nursed my infant son, then a daughter came along, and another daughter. During those bleary-eyed times I would watch Letterman and occasionally catch a show on Comedy Central, The Daily Show With John Stewart. I had no idea who this mouthy little man was, but I liked him. He talked me off the ledge after 2000 when Gore won the popular vote and ultimately, it turned out, the electoral college but still lost the election because of the two candidates he worried about what a protracted squabble could do to the country. George W. just cared about George W. That was a case of laugh or cry. Dave and John  helped us laugh.

They kept us laughing over the eight years of George W.  Thank heaven or I would have been on prescription meds and drinking a lot more. Between Dave’s nuanced commentary and John’s outright indignation and hilarious fact checking- I’m still sane.

The thing about both of these men is that they managed to simultaneously look at the problems before us while not causing us to gauge our collective eyes out in reaction. Somehow Dave and John managed to keep me thinking, to engage my sense of outrage & civic responsible. They issued a call to action without making me give way to despair at the unconscionable, just arrogant, pratness of our leaders. By the way, as an aside, prat is defined as a person’s buttocks, and it is British slang for an incompetent, stupid, foolish person, as in idiot. Yeah, I know, I learned something, too. God, I love words.

So, if I call you a prat, now you know what you are getting.

Dave did it subtly, through satire. John did a better job explaining the news for a comedy show than most news anchors did on their nightly beat.

Now, they’re both off the air. First Dave, now John. Off to better things, but I am sad. Yet, they have permanently changed my mind-set. Begin everything with doubt. Don’t cry, laugh, then take action. Investigate, laugh some more. Be educated. Educate those around you. Read. Be the informed voter. Hear that Fox News?

The two have a long history. Both appeared on one another’s shows. When MTV canceled the John Stewart Show, Letterman turned up as his final guest. Letterman coached the depressed host, “Never confuse cancellation with failure.”

In honor of a New Jersey boy (Stewart) and an All-Amercian from Indiana (Letterman) I have chosen, who else? Springsteen. I chose Bruce’s classic The River. The Boss is retelling real lives, real struggles, and in the midst of life’s lovely chaos we still need to be vigilant and to fact check our media, our politicians, and, most importantly, the guys paying for it all.

Thank you, gentleman- much love.

Thank you, gentleman- much love.

And boys, gosh, I will miss you- every day. Thank you. And, good night.


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As I mentioned in last week’s column, I recently attended the Dallas-Fort Worth Writers’ Conference. In addition to all the wonderful people I met, informational classes and lectures I attended, we were also treated to some pretty kick-ass keynote speeches. I missed Kevin J. Anderson as I was pitching to an agent at the time- major bummer as I am a fan and he’s written a ridonkulous number of cool books. However, I did get to hear Charlaine Harris’ speech. She’s adorable, folks, just adorable. I am so happy for all her success, she seems to genuinely deserve it. You go, girl.

This column isn’t about Kevin or Charlaine thought. It’s about Army Staff Sergeant Shilo Harris. He is the author of the memoir Steel Will. He is a veteran, a survivor, and, most of all, a true embodiment of the best kind of patriotism.

After 9/11 it was the most natural thing in the world for Harris to enlist in the Army. The father of five came from a military family. In his own words, “I wanted a gun in my hand and boots on the ground” and that was what he got, serving two tours in Iraq. In the first he  apprehended suspects and during the second he spent time rebuilding, outfitting schools, and training future local police officers. He mentioned how good it was for him to see both sides: the tearing down and the rebuilding.

Staff Sergeant Shilo Harris’ Humvee hit an IED in February 2007. His comrades thought he was dead. Then the artillery his vehicle carried exploded, creating a second fireball. If he hadn’t been dead before it could be reasoned he was definitely deceased now. Or so his comrades thought… until he stood up. Even then he survived a barrage of bullets as all the individual rounds he and his fellows in the truck carried exploded in the extreme heat. Somehow, Harris avoided being shot, instead, he burned. He lost one third of his skin to third degree burns, he lost his ears, part of his nose, and four fingers. He spent fifty days in a hellish medically induced coma to allow his burns to heal without driving him mad. Worse, he lost three of his best friends and, indirectly, his marriage.

Yet, he stepped on to the stage at our conference with a smile, a warm sense of humor, a renewed faith in God, and prosthetic Spock ears. You have to love a man who can give so much for his country and still laugh– even at himself.

I am sure Staff Sergeant Harris and I would have a tricky time at dinner. He is a deeply religious man whereas God and I have a sort of don’t ask, don’t tell policy in place. He’s a self described red-neck and I am a city-suburb kind of girl. He listens to country, but I need my metal. I would hazard that his politics and mine do not exactly match up.

Then again, maybe we would do just fine. He’s a father of five. I am a mother of three. We both love this country very much, and apparently, Star Trek. And his current call to duty is a hot button topic of mine- the way we care for our troops once they come home. We are cutting VA hospitals’ budgets and veterans’ services to the bone. One percent of America goes to war, the rest of us just go shopping. Where is the sense of shared responsibility of WWII? Where is the welcome home, the respite our wounded warriors are due? Why aren’t the rest of us sacrificing for our troops? The same politicians who vote to go to war are the very ones voting to cut veterans’ support once our soldiers are home again. WHAT?!?

Harris told us that every day we lose twenty-two combat veterans to suicide. TWENTY-TWO!!!! That’s over 8,000 a year. They survived war, but peace at home killed them? Shame on us. He wrote his book Steel Will to help reach out to his brothers and sisters. They aren’t alone. They can find support. Their country has not abandoned them. His passion is an organization called the Patriot Project which seeks to provide chiropatric services to veterans and their families.

I hope somewhere out there you decide to buy his book. I hope you are moved to care about our soldiers, not just the fallen ones, but the ones too strong to die, the damaged ones that come home and inconveniently need our help- our government funded programs to help them get back on their feet.

Twenty-two a day.

And every one with a story, a family, a sacrifice and all for America, all for us. Twenty-two a day. Shame on us.

I chose John Mellencamp’s song Human Wheels to honor Shilo Harris. Every hero is, at their core, simply an ordinary man or woman who through the grace of God or their own innate stubbornness (or both) responded to an extreme circumstance with tremendous valor. Somehow, life went on. Ornery,  cantankerous, too tough to kill, the wheel keeps on spinning. Thank you for your service, Staff Sergeant Harris, may the light find your face. May life go on. May it be good.

Click here to hear Human Wheels


 “Human Wheels”

This land today, shall draw its last breath
And take into its ancient depths
This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self.
While I, with human-hindered eyes
Unequal to the sweeping curve of life,
Stand on this single print of time.Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face.That time, today, no triumph gains
At this short success of age.
This pale reflection of its brave and
Blundering deed.
For I, descend from this vault,
Now dreams beyond my earthly fault
Knowledge, sure, from the seed.Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face.This land, today, my tears shall taste
And take into its dark embrace.
This love, who in my beating heart endures,
Assured, by every sun that burns,
The dust to which this flesh shall return.
It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God.Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face.
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face.


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This week’s post is about two kinds of ghosts. The first relates to my creative process. The second refers to the ghosts my characters may be dealing with. I spent the past weekend at the Dallas-Fort Worth Writers’ Conference in Dallas with two dear writing friends: Kimberly Emerson and M. Pepper Langlinais. (I affectionately refer to this great city as Fresno, TX. It’s flat, super-hot, and a temple to the gods of urban sprawl. But, I digress.) Naturally when you get a bunch of writers together, we start talking shop and comparing notes. One topic cropped up again and again- yep, our creative process. Where do we get our ideas? What inspires us?

United in writing: Kimberly, Erika & Manda

United in writing: Kimberly, Erika & Manda

I hear voices. It’s as simple as that.

No, seriously. And no need to fetch the guys/gals in white coats. I’m perfectly sane. It’s just I’m never alone.

Before I start typing out a story I dream about it. People kind of appear, like ghosts haunting me. The characters begin to flesh themselves out in my head, and I overhear snippets of conversation. Next I see the actions: a laugh, a sword fight, the fall of a blossom on a grave. The details depend on the type of story. Finally, these elements coalesce into a complete picture and then I have to get it on paper or my laptop before they begin to disintegrate once more and fade from view.

I do a great deal of journaling- never travel without one in case the ghosts appear. Once the outlines of the story are set then comes more daydreaming, usually when I am running or working out. Story arch, motifs, themes, those get worked out through sweat. After that, it’s pedal to the metal writing. Music helps with the heavy lifting section of the writing. I run with music and write to it. When I wrote The Dragon in The Garden I listened to Yes’s Learning to Fly. Sea Strand came to life with various Nightwish albums as its soundtrack. Those North Atlantic rhythms blended perfectly with the cadence of the story’s ocean currents.

This summer I am working on the finishing touches to a novel whose title has not been firmly set. The music has been Iron Maiden. The darkness of some of their songs creates a great mood against the combination of noir and snark I want for this urban fantasy centered around a female P.I. named Charlie Watts.

Right now I am haunted by unfamiliar ghosts. Not a dragon, selkie, ogre, or banshee in sight. Nope, just everyday people living everyday lives. There’s a short story building in my brain which has nothing to do with the fantastical. Odd.

For a long time it’s struck me that social media is doing funky things to our personal interactions. Take FaceBook or Twitter for example.  Someone can post “Yippee! Financial security at last!” Obviously, their friends will “retweet” or “like” this good news while making lots of supportive, affirming comments. Yet, what if said financial security came from defrauding the elderly of their pensions? Would that person’s Friends or Followers be so quick to join the party? My point being that the Internet has always allowed us to show slivers of our true selves, choosing and editing our personae as we see fit. We do this every day in our real world lives, but it’s more extreme online.

In the beginning three ghosts haunted me. A husband who left his wife and kids, the wife he abandoned, and the mistress he goes to. Naturally, and sadly, there’s a fair bit of overlap to the two relationships. I wanted to tell the story from three viewpoints and largely through FaceBook posts. Few people consciously set out to behave like complete asses. Each of these characters would possess their own hopes, dreams, and motivations. Each would seek to justify their actions.

Over time though, I’ve had a difficult time with the husband. He’s not as strong a presence in my mind. Probably because as a woman, it’s far easier for me to imagine their thoughts than his. The haunting is reaching the tipping point and it’s time to start writing. I’ll be using the two women’s points of view. Simpler, cleaner for a short story. Though the philandering husband has exited the story, wisps of him linger in my mind.

How can one person go from a marriage to an affair and a rapid engagement? Wouldn’t they be haunted? No time to process, to figure out where the train jumped the tracks? How would that lack of introspection and self-awareness affect the second marriage? Maybe I’m over thinking it or feminizing the process. People do jump into relationships all the time. A hasty remarriage is not uncommon. Of course, the success rates of these later marriages resonate with failure, so there’s that. I would imagine that over time the person would develop their own ghosts. Memories, regrets, and questions swirling through their head. Makes you wonder not if but how quickly the second marriage would unravel.

Hmm, maybe there is a second story there for another day? In the meantime, this week’s song springs from one of my ghosts about his ghosts. It’s My Heart is a Ghost Town by Adam Lambert. A bit pop for my usual taste, but the sentiments fit here. Enjoy.


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It’s been a bit. How are you? How have you been? Well? Well-ish? Life has consumed me, but I need to start blogging again.

Well, crap on a cracker, but what a sad reason to return.

Sunday we lost Chris Squire.

Squire in concert

Squire in concert

For those of you who don’t know who Chris Squire is– I am deeply sorry. That is a shame. Because you’ll never see him, tall, with a swagger, a soaring voice, and, most of all, a commanding bass guitar. Chris Squire was quite simply the bass player that broke all the rules, the guy that other bassists looked up to. Most people think of the bass as a rhythm instrument, working in tandem with the drums. Squire taught us differently. Not content to be back ground scenery, he threw off the bass player wall flower persona and rocked. If anyone helped give birth to what is today Progressive Rock it was Squire. Aside from Yes, only Genesis can claim to share the mantle to such a degree. Okay, I’ll give an honorable mention to King Crimson if only to keep Bill Bruford from hunting me down and taking direct action.

Bands as varied as Marillion, Dream Theater, Queensryche, Asia, Kansas, Opeth, Muse, Hawkwind, and the Alan Parsons Project owe Yes a huge debt. Talk about doing the heavy lifting.

The man could rock a cape.

The man could rock a cape.

The thing is, as amazing as the music is, and the music IS amazing. The greatest loss is in terms of the person. And by that I mean, personal time, friendships, those sweet intimate moments that string together a life. It’s the barbecues, the hugs, the tears, and the laughter that make up a person. Now, I never had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Squire, but I went to… fifteen, eighteen, twenty? Yes concerts: Big Generator, Union, Talk, Learning to Fly, lots of shows. I got to watch him work, no, play on stage many times. The joy and delight he exuded was plain to see. I cannot help but believe that the camaraderie there extended to other areas of his life. I could be wrong but at a guess I would say that whatever the deprivation to his fans and the musical world in general, the blow to family and friends is even more devastating. And I am so sorry for that loss. So incredibly sad.

All that beautiful, lovely music silenced. I cannot believe that there will never be just one more magical summer night. Just one more. Please.

For those remembering Chris or learning of his music for the first time, here are two of my favorite Chris Squire memories from concerts I attended. First, from the Union Tour in 1991, The Heart of The Sunrise featuring his signature driving bass and masterful solo. On the reunion tour Yes featured two drummers, two guitar players, two keyboard players, plus their lead singer– but just one bass player. That was all they ever needed. The second piece is from one of my favorite Yes albums, 1994’s Talk. An underrated record, please enjoy the very lovely I Am Waiting which will always invoke for me gorgeous melodies floating in starlight.

Chris– Every step forward we will be missing you. Our Fish Out of Water. I don’t want you to rest in peace- I hope a part of you still sings with us. Now and always. Love you.


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