[I've always been a man ahead of his time. This time I seem to have been roughly six decades too early. In our epic musical Old Rockers: The Musical Journey of Grendel, the character of Del writes his first song, No Remorse, about a love-em-then-leave-em kinda guy who callously leaves spurned, broken-hearted girls in his... Continue Reading →
[After witnessing this historic moment in culture-- on my 16th birthday, no less-- I picked up my guitar to learn how to play this song. I will have to lower the key to fit my singing register, so it won't sound as sprightly as Paul, and there's no way I can play the triplets as... Continue Reading →
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Greg: Cassandra and I trekked back to Vermont the next weekend. Cassandra and I had thrown ourselves into research and had learned a lot. I told them: "What you've done has a legal name ... pseudocide, like suicide, but with your identity, not your body. You see it mostly in insurance frauds, or when someone... Continue Reading →
Greg: We arrived at the Farmer's market right when it opened at 10 am, but we hung out at the edges so that we didn't run into Del prematurely. I really hadn't thought through how we should present ourselves. It was a beautiful late September day, but the Green Mountains were showing splashes of color.... Continue Reading →
Greg: Doin' My Part II A couple of years flew by. No word from Del other than the every-few-months, plain, brown envelopes. I loosely followed the career of The Spawn of Grendel only, but I couldn't glean any clues about Del. Del: I was The King of Vermont, or so I thought. I had a... Continue Reading →
Del: We arrived in Vermont. It was Fall, a totally different feeling than the Fall at Emerald. In California this would be harvest time for the marijuana crop. We'd all be gathered in a big room, wearing our plastic gloves, clipping buds, separating seeds, and packaging up the weed. It would be tedious, excpt everyone... Continue Reading →
Del: It was dumb of me to let the kids use the Grendel name for their band, but I was just so damn flattered. Things were changing at Emerald, but not in a good way. The drug of choice was changing from marijuana to methamphetamine. Not my thing. That meant the culture was changing, too.... Continue Reading →
Del: Jeroo started getting really good on the guitar. By 14 or so he had surpassed my ability to teach him anything. Remember ... even though I was The Music Guy at Emerald, I had retired from rock 'n roll at 18! From a musical development perspective, I was pretty stunted, although I did know... Continue Reading →
Greg: My Dad passed away just a few years after he retired, always believing that Del was somehow still alive. I became a lot more convinced as well when several days after his passing, I received another mystery package, this one contained a cassette tape with the following song: No one had shared the attic... Continue Reading →
