
During much of my childhood Mom worked at the Rap Art Center which was located on the northwest corner of Hampstead and Cedar Road. Any one who cared to could drop in make art, ceramics, music or just cry the blues. The staff was the usual lot of 70s era do-gooders a few of whom had a profound influence on my early years.
Neil ran the recording studio in the basement. He spoke little and allowed us play whatever we desired. He was free of judgment unless it involved the music of Prince. He could play virtually any instrument but was particularly gifted on the Fender Rhodes. Neil was not concerned with fashion, this could explain his aversion to all things Paisley. A skilled musician, sound engineer, and mathematician, Neil was the silent hand that guided us through the world of improvisation. (more…)