- Jam Band
In Tallinn Estonia, Drew came upon a band of gypsies busking in front of an old castle. They were playing Black Magic Woman. They encouraged him to sing (because Santana sounded just awful in Finno-Hungarian-Eeeestiii). No matter, he didn't know the lyrics anyway, but they didn't know that.
AJ lost a lot of good years busking in and around Mongolia. He did learn how to build a stage yurt out of nothing but whale bones and yak hide in a pinch to throw down stunt Jelly shows. The nomads called him Tömörbataar. It means Great White Hun with a Guitar. He still keeps in touch with them today.
Drew's train wreck playing The Theme To The Pink Panther with a jazz ensemble during a review before the nuns of Sisters Of Mercy.
AJ cannot feel embarrassment. He mastered deep-lung auto-sedation breathing in Ulaanbaatar from those monks who can dry sheets by thinking.
“You made my heart sing.”
“Thanks for playing my song.”
“I bow to your Godliness.”
“Here kid, buy yourself something.”