1986, Denver Colorado, playing with Legacy of Sorrow. That's Eric Moon on keyboards back there. An item of potential interest in this photo would be the middle finger of my left hand, which as you can just make out in the photo is wrapped in a thick ball of cotton and gauze. A week or two before, while loading up the van after a gig with the Bruce Odland Big Band, a Rhodes Chroma synthesizer in an Anvil flight case fell on my hand and plucked the last half-inch of the middle finger's flesh clean off the bone. I quickly had to learn to play without that finger and did so for a couple of years until it wasn't so hideously over-sensitive. Today when I play guitar I rarely use it because the tip has a wide, blunt shape which mutes the strings on either side of it; on bass or banjo it doesn't matter at all because there's plenty of space between the strings. Anway, in the end I think it was a positive thing; for instance, I wonder if I would have come up with a lot of the guitar chord voicings I use otherwise? Photo by Rosemary Drake, my mother. She and my father came out from Watseka Illinois to Denver for a visit in 1986.