john jones planet log

Fleetwood Mac

After another wonderful and sad year on our little blue ball, I ask myself, “is this the best we can do?”

I am anything but “Comfortably Numb”, but, I love this music!

I don’t want to date myself, but, this was a long time ago.

Bruce Cowie, Mary Meighan, John Jones, and Gary Lipton

That’s me playing the low organ note off the top for Liza Minnelli.
We rehearsed it! I’m the guy in red playing the B3.

It’s Easter 1992 at Wembley

30 years later and I’m still in awe!
Lisa Dalbello was a huge influence on my life!
An extra-awesome musician.
And what a great song!
I like the original version of the song better.
It was recorded at ESP with the Gary O band…Dee, Frank, Ken, JJ…

But this version is rockin’ too!

“I think we should do this every night. What do you think?”

This was an f’ing awesome concert! It happened at the most un-appropriate time in my life.
My brother Paul Olejniczak was dying of AIDS.
Duran Duran were rejected by US television for the concert.
DD’s Spike Edney asked me to help with the finale.
I spent the rehearsal day with Nick Faldo and the concert with Mick Ronson.
I performed my single note for the intro of We are the Champions.
What an experience!

Growing up in Toronto, Canada had it’s perks: Edward Bear and Lighthouse were two of them! They played at our Junior High School Friday night dances!

I was almost 16 when these songs came along. In those days we believed what the singer was saying. The emotion meant something.

Edward Bear – Last Song

Lighthouse – Pretty Lady

Things that remind me of great people.

I have been visiting the LA84 Foundation library for the past five years, researching Southern California history. And I’ve been driving past Marvin Gaye’s house on half of those visits without knowing it. I found out when I stopped to look at a beautiful old 1908 house on Gramercy Place that was for sale cheap, a few months ago. It had belonged to Marvin’s sister. She rented rooms to teachers who worked at Widney High school, across the street.

A neighbor told me the story.

This is his house down the street, that was built in 1905, where his father shot him.

Marvin Gaye's home on Gramercy Place.