There’s a quote from the great Joe Walsh, guitarist from the Eagles, that has guided me the last few years like the North Star through pitch black ocean.
I believe he is borrowing from another philosopher, but he’s the source from which I heard it.
“As you live your life, it appears to be anarchy and chaos and random, non-related events smashing into each other causing this situation. It’s overwhelming and just looks like ‘What in the world is going on?’ Later, when you look back at it, it looks like a finely crafted novel. But at the time, it don’t.”
There has been a lot of ending and beginning of chapters in my book, lately. This quote has been more prominent for me than ever. There’s a change and a shift in the air. One is between me and my partner in crime, “Diamond” Jeff Collier.
I have continued to pursue the road and he has just landed a job working for Seymour Duncan, the guitar pickup company. I am incredibly happy and proud of what he has accomplished up to, and including, this new position. At the same time, it’s another example of non-related events smashing into each other.
Even how we arrived at working together was random. People say you have to be hungry to succeed. Well, my literal hunger put me in the position I am today.
Jeff and I happened to be attending Antelope Valley College at the same time. When I walked into the auditions, he was behind the sound board with another future compatriot of mine, Jose Rebollo.
I’ve written an article on all of his success, a while back. Although, they were miles ahead of my knowledge and experience even by that time, they were never stingy with any of theirs.
As years went by, we both evolved into a solid duo. We worked on shows at the college. He recommended I apply to the Lancaster Performing Arts Center where he has now worked for six years.
He continued to evolve and improve himself at a normal pace while I, out of fear, ran at improvement like Wile E. Coyote through a brick wall. It was going to hurt, but eventually, I’d get through.
In 2015, Jeff managed to obtain four badges for the winter NAMM show for myself and two of our friends. For those that don’t know, it’s one of the largest music conventions/trade shows in the world, held in Anaheim.
One night, during the weekend, we met a sound engineer named Tyler Davis, through a mutual friend of Jeff’s. After cracking some jokes with Tyler, he invited us to dinner at Red Robin, with his friend Jarod Woznik.
Again, I have also written an article on Jarod, a Santa Clarita native, who has gone on to become an amazing guitar tech.
We all hit it off discovering we happened to share a pool of close mutual friends. This culminated with exchanging contact info and usual ending pleasantries.
Cut to two years later, Jarod posted on Facebook, about needing stagehands for the Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp. I replied and, unbeknown to me, so did Jeff.
We both ended up getting hired for it and when I discovered this, I immediately asked Jeff for a ride, as any caring friend would.
I think about this moment all the time. So many decisions could have changed my future.
“No I’m not hungry,” “I don’t want to wait that long for food,” “No thanks, I’m tired.” I may not have been hungry. I may have been tired.
I don’t remember now. Ultimately, it led to us working with the band Last In Line and Jeff’s current job through a more random collision of circumstances.
This past weekend, Last In Line opened for Def Leppard at the Toyota Amphitheater just outside of Sacramento.
It was a soldout show with 18,000 people in attendance. As we stood side stage together during the band’s last song, I began to tear up.
Not only was I in awe getting to work an event of that size but getting to do it with musical heroes of mine and my brother standing beside me.
It was an absolute highlight of my life and one hell of a send-off.
Alas, nothing in this world is free. This weekend wasn’t the last time I’d ever see Jeff, but it marked the end of an era.
As Jeff is getting off the road and I seek more of it, we will see less of each other.
The chapter isn’t over, but I can see the end of the page.
As for what the future holds, who knows? I certainly didn’t plan any of this, just faced it in the moment.
All I know is, there would be no book without Jeff. Thanks for helping me make diamonds.