On Friday night, Donna and I went to see the Steve Miller Band at Ravinia. Oh my socks and shoes. What a show! Steve Miller was born in Milwaukee in 1943 and he still warbles like he did in his 1970’s classics. And he plays a rock solid lead guitar. Everything I ever dreamed of.
Steve’s family moved to Dallas when he was 7 years old. He got his big start in music at the age of 12 – when he put a 3 piece band together and started doing gigs. Wearing a suit and sunglasses. On Friday nights, his mother would have to drive him to his gig. And then pick him up. In 1965, Steve moved from Texas to Chicago to play the Blues. And he did. Big time. But a year or two later, he headed to San Francisco where he formed his iconic band. And the rest as they say – is history.
In my post of April 20, 2012 (“Martin O-18“), I suggested that I might well have had a different career path. While Steve Miller was wowing the crowd with a high decibel version of “Fly Like an Eagle,” I leaned over to Donna and said “He is a very bad influence on me.” I gave her a toothy smile. Blinked a few times. Sensing at once what I was referring to, she turned slowly – and gave me “that look” – and said “don’t quit the day job, Elvis.” Sigh. . . . .