roads off the E. Paterson Park-
way Exit. I was to perform at the
premiere NJ jazz club, Gulliver’s.
All I could do was sit in the dark
woods…and cry – when out of
nowhere -- a state police car ap-
peared on a narrow dirt road
through the woods. (Some
people would say I was res-
cued by an angel.) The officer
escorted my car to the club and
even carried my sound system
inside minutes before start time.
Needless to say, it was not easy
to sing after that experience. So
much struggle before Facebook
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and before the GPS! When Den-
nis Nardone was drummer in my
band, we made plans to com-
pile my paper file of directions
to and from catering houses and
clubs and other data into book
form for musicians. We never did
the daunting task. It would be
easy to do so today.
Few clubs had sound systems
back then. And way back, be-
fore rock clubs and before
disco, commercial bands were
comprised of jazz trained musi-
cians, who could play any kind
of music…and in many cases,
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