Matt Powell:  

Hello my little lovey dovies... First, I apologize if I ever did you wrong back in those fantastically corrosive unsupervised teenage years - I didn't mean to treat you bad = now don't let that make yer brown eyes blue. Good ole Reyburbia - tomato fetish and ridiculous self indulgent 70's haze ¿ Did that cop really come in and pass a lit joint around our classroom during 9th grade health class? ¿Pay attention kids, I'm going to light this up and pass it around so you'll know what it smells like.¿ What kind of messed up educational experience was that supposed to be? The 70's version of DARE?, as in, I DARE you to take a big ole toke off this zep when it floats by. Apparently the adults in charge couldn't see the cloud of smoke hanging over the parking lot. Great way to spend one's formative years, eh? - I think half the faculty at RHS was stoned, I know half the student body was. I don't remember some of it - and some of it I do. I guess it's a wash. I left the Burg in 78 - got a job at OSU hospital - AND I did some other stuff too, it's not really any more important now than it was then... More significantly, I went backpacking every weekend and my stereo was sufficiently loud ¿ just about all one really needed to be a happy hippie in those days. Then one night in 1979, at a hole in the wall joint on High St. called Major Chords, I witnessed Cleveland's masters of the avante groove, "Pere Ubu", fragmenting spacetime with their oddly disorienting creative genious; this experience instantly changed how I think about music. Not long after that, but long before any frat boys thought it might be cool to go out ¿punking¿, I saw Patti Smith Group. Before long I cut my hair with a razor blade and began a whole new musical expedition. ¿Step up to my patio, Daddy-o.¿ It was too much fun. I discovered a thing or two I really can't explain - like - it's possible to achieve goals that are ...Expand for more