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That picture on the left isn’t of me. It’s of Gerry Sterling. I’ve known this guy more years than either of us wants to remember. He used to call me up and say ,”I’m playing in this club this weekend. Come on down and see me. I’ll buy you a drink.” So, I’d show up for my free drink and end up paying a three drink cover to get in. But it was always worth it. Garry is one of those people who’s been blessed with a real gift for music.
I never knew what kind of a place I was going to find myself in from week to week. Or what kind of a crowed would be there. Because Gerry played with a different band in a different place every week. From the swankiest of the swank to the watch your back dives...
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