I was born in Chicago in 1948. I had compiled stories of actual situations I was involved in as a College Student in 1968 (Democratic Convention). Affairs of a s-e-x-ual nature. Followed by accounts of the 2 years I spent as the roadie and live sound mixer for a Chicago Rock Group The Flock who took me where the action was where I tell the encounters I had with Sex, Drugs & Rock n Roll. The famous and the infamous; more s-e-x-ual encounters, the strange and unusual, the rich and the Famous. Followed by the unusual life I led after the group broke up until I got married at the age of 30. Basically, we are talking about being at the right place at the right time and befriending the Super Stars of the time and future. All from the position of looking back and my memories of the times and the "Counter Culture" that arose from it.
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I am going to focus on the music, musicians & escapades of a "baby boomer", dissenter and all around atypical refugee of the late 60s & early 70s. Since I intend on boring you with that, I believe I will also boor you with my life in general. I will mainly use stories, incidents and circumstances surrounding my life and the effect it had on my self and others.
In order to give you a good idea of what exactly is in store for you, I would first like to relate a few facts through incidents & memories. When I was young, my father almost immediately tagged me with the nickname “Corky” which he got from his favorite comic strip in the Sunday paper called, “Gasoline Alley”. I remember being three years old. My father, mother, brother and I lived in a building complex on the corner of Ashland & Juneway terrace in East Rodgers Park. Juneway Terrace is the northern most street in Chicago. Behind it is an alley. On the other side of the alley is a fence confining Calvary Cemetery which is in Evanston the first suburb to the north of the Chicago's city limits. The building was large, three stories tall with a fountain in a central court surrounded by the building itself. Every summer they would stock the fountain with huge six inch goldfish. I used to love standing by the water watching the goldfish casually swim by around the circular fountain.
During the warmer weather in spring, summer & fall, I would be outside playing.
There were only two rules I had to follow don't leave the front of the building and don't cross the street. Every day, across the street an older man (since I was only three everyman was an older man) would walk his two gorgeous Irish Setters. He would look at me, smile a huge grin and yell to me, "Why you SIBERIAN SNUFF CHEWERTYWOBBER KILL BURGESS" laugh, and continue on his way. Why would I bring up this incident? First, it is amazing, even to me, that a three year old could remember such a phrase, and second, why can I remember that and not remember what I had for dinner two nights ago?
I relate this story to emphasize one point. My memory is totally unpredictable.
Some of the things you will read are completely accurate, true and in perfect sequential order. Some are embellished, completely inaccurate and in perfect disorder. I would like to apologize ahead of time and remind you that this is only necessary to maintain order and comprehension of what is to follow. The life of an ordinary person who was exposed to some extraordinary incidents involving regular people, and people who made their mark on the world through talent, chance and being in the right place in the right time.
The main focus will be on the two years I spent on the road with a rock group in 1969 & 1970 called The Flock. Through working for them I was exposed to and became friends with some of the most famous people of that particular era. I will also touch on interesting and or special incidents and people in my life before and after my involvement with the group. I hope to convey my feelings and reactions to the world I lived in and that you will be moved by them and find them interesting and special.
