Lance Brenner of the Naked Puritans fetches items from home for the stage at UVA's Old Cabell Hall
|Early on I was a music hound. At fourteen I had a job illegally stapling posters for concerts to City of Richmond utility poles.
In college I worked in a record store and volunteered for a student outfit that put on concerts.
I fetched Steve Goodman at the Trailways station, took photos of B.B. King and Lucille backstage, loaded equipment on a truck with Roger McGuinn. Talked to Dennis Wilson and Al Jardine (my heroes when I was twelve). Hound, groupie, gofer.
But geezerdom and being a hermit took over. After a REMNatalie Merchant show at U-Hall. I realized Id rather buy music and listen at home, concerts disappoint, cant hear lyrics, have to spend money, go to a place with bad acoustics and be surrounded by people, arg!
Id lost my cool-license. Bald, deaf, no access. Stay at home and watch PBS.
Paul Curreri warms up
B.B.King, Charlottesville, 1971
|One day I quit purchasing music. Not wholesale quit, but found myself with two children. Draconian budget cuts to the music category followed. The $30/year budget allocation ruled out experimentation.
December 2001 I bought my two CDs of the year, purchased new releases from artists (Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan) I figured were reliable.