Chapter 1…

Born on a mountain top in Tenn – oh wait – that wasn’t me…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/bills-bio-non-degradable-chapter-1/

Chapter 2…

So there I was… Without a job… without income…  and unable to make the $7.00 monthly guitar mortgage payment to my dad…  

 https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/bio-chapter-2/

Chapter 3…

Now that I was, once again, gainfully employed, it was time to attack the second of the things that weren’t great at the end of chapter 1 …

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/bio-chapter-3/

Chapter 4…

IMPORTANT!!!!  To hear the result of 44 years of practice and experience, PLEASE click on the link below to hear my present day rendition of “Mary Had A Little Lamb”… 

 https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/bio-chapter-4/

Chapter 5…

You know, flying can be an adventure…  I flew this week, and it was not an adventure, but it was somewhat interesting, in a masochistic sort of way. ..

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/bio-chapter-5/

Chapter 6… 

Yeah, I know… Me, too…  I was practically dumbstruck… nearly completely without words.  And the only words I could think of at that precise moment was a two-part phrase beginning with the word “holy” that had actually gotten my mouth washed out with soap a few years earlier…  
 
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 Chapter 7… 

Tuesday afternoon, 3:00 PM… 

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Chapter 8…

Immediately upon arriving home, I fled to my bedroom and unpacked my guitar, set up the amplifier and placed the book in a convenient place.  I went through all of the notes and exercises my teacher had put me through – and I continued for hours…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/bio-chapter-8/

Chapter 9…

So once again I was without a mentor.  I was mixedly emotionalized …

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/bio-chapter-9/

Chapter 10…

After the dance, I headed home, my enthusiasm reborn.  On the way home, I was going through all the names of all the guys I knew who I thought might be good ones to ask to join my band… 

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 Chapter 11…

1 And so it happened that, at that time, I was summoned by one or more of my parents and 2 was made to sit in silence whilst they 3 pronounced upon me the decree that I should not be attending Balboa Jr. High School in my ninth grade year….

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/9-4-bio-chapter-11/

Chapter 12…

The Beach Boys – my all time favorite band…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/12-bio-chapter-12/

Chapter 13…

Friday night: Gig minus eighteen hours…

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 Chapter 14…

Before we all left, we decided that we needed to practice more, and set a time to do so…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/14-bio-chapter-14/

Chapter 15…

Saturday:  Sears Days minus one week… 

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/015-bio-chapter-15/ 

What do you mean “What do you mean you broke your leg?”   I thought you knew that!  Well, here’s the story…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/16-bio-chapter-16/

Chapter 17… 

Tazania… (Pronounced Tuh-zaaay-nee-uh)

It was a Monday…. It was raining, and that should have been the first indication that it was going to be a lousy day…. It’s always raining in Tazania… hot, tropical, steamy rain that makes your clothes stick to your skin like they were dunked in warm maple syrup before you put them on in the morning… and makes the scum on your exposed flesh build up so thick you could scrape it off with your finger nail the way you would scrape a layer of butter off a cube with a butter knife… every day of the week…. Except Mondays…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/17-bio-chapter-17/

Chapter 18…

A couple of days later, some, or all, of us approached Daamen with the opportunity of a lifetime – the rare chance to join the finest rock group bearing the name “The Roamin’ Five” in the entire school… He was indeed pleased at the prospect (as a member of such an exclusive club) of being accorded severe respect and admiration by the rest of the student body…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/18-bio-chapter-18/

Chapter 19…

Seventeen. The significance of this number cannot be overstated… 

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/19-bio-chapter-19/

Chapter 20…

With the addition of Daamen, the subtraction of Tim, the newly named Glad, the incorporation of Burnt Tripe and the hiring of a manager – Daamen’s dad, the configuration of the band was now pretty much set for the next three years…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/20-chapter-20/

Chapter 21…

Nothing To See Here… Move along… Move along…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/22-bio-chapter-22/

Chapter 22…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/22-bio-chapter-22-2/

Chapter 22 Continued…

-e driveway in my dad’s trusty (though somewhat damaged) steed and, once we launched onto Highway 99 in a Southerly direction, plotted a course for and headed toward Ventura. I knew that, a mere twenty-four hours later, my migration to the netherworld would be complete…

https://billkammerer.wordpress.com/22-bio-chpater-22-picking-up-where-we-left-off/

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