I paid my dues. Drums at seven. Bass at twelve. Guitar at seventeen.

A lifetime in bands—punk, rock, metal, country.

Produced gangster rap that hit the big screen.

Studied with the greats, wrote with everyone, from Broadway to the Bluebird.

I was star-struck. Head down, blinders on, racing full speed.

Made it on the radio…

Then watched the whole world go quiet. Friends vanished. Phones stopped ringing.

And then came the attempts on my life.

The logo to the left? That was my band

The Black Saddles.

I was almost famous… but I wouldn’t sell my soul at the crossroads.

So I packed up my wagon and hit the trail.

Can’t steal my songs if I don’t write them.

Now I strike back like a ton of bricks.

More bang for your buck, baby.

The Black Saddles ride again!