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(son of a gun we'll have big fun on)
THE BIO
PHOTOS ON THIS PAGE BY JENNIFER TOFFEL, MY MOTHER, AND UNKNOWN FRIENDS AND FANS. (CLICK IMAGES TO ENLARGE)
One of my earliest childhood memories was around the age of 2. I had been squirming and falling in and out of sleep on those old hard wooden church pews at the Circlewood Baptist Church in my home town of Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I can still see my dad towering above me, Broadman Hymnal in hand and singing gloriously in his tenor voice. I remember thinking my dad is the world's best singer. Like any kid, my dad was the strongest and best at whatever. So, I suppose I owe it all to him...........
All my early attempts at singing were imitations of my father. Later on in life, it was imitations of Ray Charles, Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, James Brown and just about any male R&B artist of the 60s.
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Because I seemed to have some musical capabilities, I spent my grade school years fighting with my mother over one basic issue. She thought that I should grow up to be the next Van Cliburn at a time in my life when, more than anything, I wanted to be the next Mickey Mantle.
| At about the age of 17, I was with some high school friends driving back from Columbus, Mississippi where, bythe way, you scould buy beer as long as you were tall enough to see over the counter. As we were rolling along we started singing loudly in the car.
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| My pal Jimmy Wilson commented on my voice and said he had been playing some guitar and that he had been wanting to start a band with some other friends, but couldn't find anybody that could sing worth a damn. Then he said,"you're it".
| Well that pretty much started it all off. We played our first gig some months later at a local Jr. High School Prom and the principal came up after we had finished playing and said "how much do we owe you". One of the guys spoke up and said "is 50 bucks OK with you?"
| We were all thinking that if they paid money for us doing something for fun, something that we all enjoyed, that it was time to get serious. In the next few years that followed I was in several blues/copy bands with some of those same friends and little by little we found ourselves slowly moving up the musical food chain.
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| Fast forward to college: I entered the University of Alabama at age 18 fully intending to get through pre-med and go on to become a doctor. About the end of my sophomore year I was losing my mind studying for a chemistry final one night when I got a call from a guy named Johnny Wyker.
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