A fevered Army medic drifts in and out of a hospital ward, trading bad jokes with a kind nurse, until a friend’s letter reminds him of a promise he made.
A frigid October night in 1979 at The Great Gildersleeves, a borrowed VHS recorder, and a band of NYC’s best players. I’ve carried that tape for 47 years, and now you can finally see the show.
A second bowl of Cocoa Puffs, a maple syrup fire and one forgotten chore: how a sixth-grade hunt for sacred burial grounds left Ronnie and me dead boys walking.
After a long blog silence, a birthday surprise: Tima’s old photos of Riff Raff on stage in 1977, and a candid look behind the scenes of a rock band at work.
A Christmas Eve party in 1977, a borrowed shirt that once belonged to Keith Richards, and a quiet taxi ride down Fifth Avenue when Toni told me I belonged now.
A magical morning teaching my four-year-old son to meet the Bahamian surf turned strange when a crowd began following us. Turns out it wasn’t me they were after.
Freeze-dried Lurp rations made me gag, until Mom mailed a case of Chef Boyardee ravioli and I went on my next mission eating like a Michelin-star guest.
A tailor-made Italian suit, a dinner party in Rome, and a wiseacre mouth that landed me between Pucci and Polanski right before dessert became ammunition.
A dirty, disoriented Joe Cocker stood fumbling with a check no bank would cash. I drove him across Beverly Hills to cash it, then watched him walk away, wishing I could do more.
A Playgirl shoot at Michael Butler’s estate, a hung-over crew, a parking-lot fight, and the suitcase I ran over twice on my way out. Turns out it was Chevy Chase’s.
Tommy swore he had tickets to see The Who in Miami, so we hitchhiked south on our thumbs. All I heard of the show was muffled music through the walls, and a lesson about trusting Tommy.
My paperback copies of “The Cherry Boy Chronicles” have finally arrived, and you can order a signed one right here. Even friends who think they know me may be surprised by what’s inside.
My book “The Cherry Boy Chronicles” is finally published! I celebrated with a golf win alongside my friend Dr. Dan Rhoades and a kitchen full of the aromas of my famous Italian meatballs.
