Robatoy, if you are still following this, my first company was house
framing and cornice work. I had worked for a commercial contractor for
about 2 1/2 years on restaurants, office finish outs, and some
residential work before starting out. I thought I would get
opportunities at better jobs, but apparently a 21 year old in bidness
for himself wasn't awe inspiring to many of those with work. House
framing/cornice/trim outs were all I could find.
But it was good. I felt free and alive to be on top of a 2 1/2 story
roof finishing by the deadline for the week's draw cutoff, a cigarette
hanging out of my mouth, tan, in great shape, shirtless, and screaming
"I'm Rael!! And >>>I<<<, I'm not full of shit!!"
every time it struck me to do so.
No money, no business experience, no women problems, had to skip a few
meals which meant >no gut<, no phone, and damn few worries. Put the
speakers out on the hood of my old truck, fired up the Craig, and went
to it. Sigh. Those were the days.
Like the ref to Al Dimeola. Saw him in Austin in '76, and could SWEAR
he had an extra hand somewhere playing with him. I have never heard
before or since an guitarist play so many notes so accurately. It was