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The book is available at my live shows, and you can NOW also purchase it here on my website.

Click here Night Drive – buy the book You can check out a preview (to preview, use the ebook preview link which you can find under either ebook button.) Read Chapter One there and check the table of contents. Then if you like the sound of it, you can use those magic buttons to purchase the printed or ebook.

Buy in traditional printed book form that I will mail to you, or as a downloadable eBook in PDF, an easy read on most devices.

A video of me reading from the book will be available shortly.

from the back cover…

“So, here it is folks.

Stories about how Stan and I grew up together, discovered music together, and learned to play in a band and travel together. How the songs got written and recorded. What life was like on the road before there was an independent music scene.

And nearly every stupid, inexplicable and bizarre thing that could happen to a pair of young idiots who were naive enough to think they could play folk music for a living back in the mid- 70’s and early 80’s.

The bar fights and the bike gangs, The police chases and the arrests. And a thousand gigs in every corner of North America. It’s all here. At least most of it…”

First posted on my Facebook page, July 26, 2011. ...have been thinking, as most of my friends have, about Bill Morrissey, these last few days. I met him in May of '83. My brother Stan and I were playing Payne Hall at Harvard, and Bill was the opener. We had heard of him, being the seasoned New England circuit veterans we were, but knew nothing about his music, or what kind of guy he was. He and his bass player, Grieg, sort of shambled in, and set their cases down and we began the wary business of trying to figure out what kind of nightmarish opener we were being lumbered with this time. We were hitting light speed around then, career wise, it being about a month before Stan's death, and any other act on the bill was seen as either an amateurish intrusion, or, if they were good, someone to be overwhelmed and stomped. Stan in particular, had a very competitive streak, and this little unassuming guy was being touted to us as a "great songwriter" and a potential next big thing. Of all the nerve. We were however, prepared to be friendly within the limits of our band culture which frowned on outsiders, and we broke open a case of beer, and got out the guitars. More...