About Me Stuff

I  had the honor to play with many different bands when I lived out west. For some reason, a lot of opportunities came my way when I was out there.

We did some pretty extensive touring. And I have seen a pretty decent amount of this planet.

Here are some of the bands I have played with:

• Ishmael and the Peacemakers
• Creed ( reggae band )
• Jah Soldiers
• Tippa Iri
• Trevor James and the Dreadcats
• Peter Huningale
• Sister Nancy
• Pinchers
• Big Mountain
• Adrian and the Sunburns
• Ras Shiloh
• Crucial
• Rising Lion
• Victor Essiet and the Mandators
• Citizen X
• Quino and Friends

The adventures I have been through with some of these bands have been incredible.  Just looking at this list brings back a wash of crazy memories.

But my best music and bands are still to come.  I hope you all come out to see me with my new project, when it gets off the ground.

I will keep you updated…

I work for a great company…

They are a great bunch of people ,and I cant say enough about them.

One great thing about working there is the game room.  During breaks we would jam out to monopoly or Call of Duty 4 ( my personal favorite ) for hours.

That is where I got the nickname pasta.  I was trying to type in “rasta” for a gamer nickname and got the “p” instead of the “r”…hence, well, you know.

It’s was kinda funny to see the caption, “You have been killed by pasta“, so it kinda stuck.

Also, when I lived in Colorado, I used to play gigs in a restaurant called Rasta Pasta.  No, really! I liked the pineapple pasta dish.

A mural insude Rasta Pasta

Also, there are a group of religious believers called “Pastafarians”. But I don’t want to get into that.

I hear they are a rowdy bunch.

I used to tour the west coast and midwest with a band named Rising Lion. Rising Lion was a great bunch of guys and I always had a great time playing music with them.

One weekend, we were playing a gig in Park City Utah. It is a very cool town and it was very interesting to walk around in their very scenic downtown area.

Park City Utah - Downtown

We were playing one night in a club on Main Street. Danny Dread, our leader, happened to be talking to a guy and his girlfriend.  At the time, we were going to rent hotel rooms after the gig, but they persuaded Danny to let the band stay in their house instead.  This was something that was very commonplace, as people could be very hospitable after several drinks and a night of dancing

After the show, around 3am, the band was waiting out side of the club in the van.  We were pretty close to the front door, which had the old school stairs leading up to a set of double doors.  A light snow had been falling and about an inch was on the ground, and the band was hungry and tired. We awaited our host..

“Where the hell is this guy!?”, Kiki our keyboardist suddenly said out loud.  No sooner did he say this, than the doors of the club burst open with a loud, BLA-BLAM!. Out flies our host, horizontally, and lands face and hands first in the snow. He slid a few feet to a comfortable stop.

The van was completely silent for a moment.  Then Lion, our bass player screams in a very heavy southern accent, “Oh, man! I thought The Predator was after him!!!”

The uncontrollable laughter to follow lasted a while.  Then teary eyed, we all exited the van and helped our host up and back to his cabin.

Much to our relief, the Predator never did arrive.