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John Brizzolara’s Last Column
A young J.B. ! http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/mar/2…— March 28, 2012 12:28 a.m.
John Brizzolara’s Last Column
John, missed you for years, thought about you many times. Excited by finding you again and reading your stories. Disappointed when you'd miss a wk. Devastated there will be no more! W/your gift of gab and the written word, not to mention your personal slant on life ,I would love to hear your original music. Maybe you can put your creative juices back in that direction, having no deadlines, except like me before the final deadline! I am posting this photo, because I have already sent one to you, but for your friends and fans here, so they can see yet another side of a vary complex character ! (Sorry about the misspelling of your name!) A Renaissance man in a time when people have there hands full just trying to do one thing right! This is the way I will always remember you!— March 28, 2012 12:25 a.m.
Gross-Out Contest
Hi John, great story. I have always said that any musician, who has spent time on the road, could write a great book, but no one would ever beleive it! People wouldn't think solders would act like that on there own turf, but we know differently, don't we! Playing music has taken me places I would never have gone and I have seen things I never thought I would. Most times were great, despite the poverty caused by travel expenses vs. gig money. But some are forever etched in my mind as the weirdest most unpredictable moments of my life. As exciting as tales are to hear about famous tour-bus/jet touring acts nothing beats talking about cramming 5 guys and all your gear into a 15 yr old Chevy van and heading down the highway, hoping to make it to the next truck stop greasy spoon, dive motel and the next roadhouse gig ,each full of it's own unique script of events and a cast of caricatures that would overcast a Fillini movie. Ken Minahan— November 24, 2011 12:02 a.m.
Get Married (At Least Once)
John, sounds like you're in a good spirits and writing like you're enjoying it again. If you would, please email me. I know our last meeting was not a good one, but that was so many yrs ago. Let me admit I am a different person now. It's been a long time and we have both been through things that have made us change, weather we wanted to or not. I have good memories about when we played together. Ken Minahan [email protected] Rick Charts would also like to hear from you. [email protected]— August 4, 2010 10:03 p.m.
Life as Workweek
John and I have already been in a band together,in 1969. So I guess I've known him longer than anyone, except maybe Charts! We were young and wild and it's amazing we are still alive in our 60's! Even though we played music together,got high together and chased girls together,I know John better now, from his writing, than I ever knew him back then, but like I said we ere young, wild and experimenting with all life had to offer.We didn't know who we were! John went his way and I went mine, we have all changed and had different experiences over the yrs. He thinks he knows me and refuses to answer my emails, but he doesn't, I am not the same person ether. If anyone took the time to read my original post they would have seen I only condoned his living out his life the way he wanted "as long as you don't hurt anyone else". I don't know if John reads these or not , but if he does I bet he's laughing his ass off or crying his heart out that anyone gives a s*** enough about him to write a post!— April 15, 2010 1:42 p.m.
Life as Workweek
Charts, contact me at [email protected]— April 9, 2010 1:11 p.m.
Life as Workweek
SD, too bad you didn't really read my post! Judging by what you wrote, you must not be an "artiste" and fall into a group not known for imagination, being able to capture the colour(note Euro-"like" spelling) of a dream, the melody of life or past the written word. But you DO have a talent for putting words in other peoples mouths (or post). Are you a lawyer? The answers to the questions, you ask in your post, are there if you simply took the time to really read what is written and what is not! "Artistes" work with space, meaning the pause taken between notes, the lack of color and the words not said. These all say more than the obvious. You seem to be the only one to comment on it in a negative way, probably because you didn't get it!— April 8, 2010 11:44 p.m.
Life as Workweek
John, don't take anyone's opinion of what you should or shouldn't do! Including the doctor! You have lived your life the way you wanted. You did what you wanted and you have to pay for the trip! But that's a hell of a lot better than not living your life the way you wanted. To have been controlled by others will, rules or power. As artistes we look at and live life with a different perspective. It's from that view of life that you can create what other can't, won't or are afraid of! Would your life be any different if you had been a Father Knows Best clone? No we all have to die, no life style guarantees immortality! One day I woke up and realized that I had less time left than I had already lived. It was a wake up call and from that moment I knew I had to milk every second out of the time I have left. John , if you really want to drink yourself into the grave, do it! If you find pleasure in it, more than writing, family, friends or whatever, do it! Because in the end we go alone! So as long as you don't hurt anyone else, it's your choice on how and what you want to with your time left. When it's my time their going have to take me screaming, hollering and scratching from this place, even though I have lived my life to the fullest, out lived friends, relatives and my body. I used it up and have taken advantage of everything life has had to offer, because I am afraid to die! It's not the heaven/hell thing, reincarnation or whatever! No! It's because I don't what to stop living! I know how to deal w/this, I don't know what's after and if it is just nothing I really want to stay here. I'll never stop being excited about living! We are on the finale page of the last chapter of or lives and it's up to you how you want that last paragraph to read. I just wanna' make sure the last sentence reads "He lived a long and full life on his own terms!" Chok dee (good luck in Thai) Ken Minahan— April 8, 2010 12:59 p.m.
Loosening Family Ties
John, we are all a product of our families, education, the decades we grew up in, the people and life we have known. In your writing you have found your life's work, a testament to who you are and your immortality. We all pay a price for our art. It would have been interesting, had you continued in music, to have heard the poignant verses you would have written. I am sorry for many things, one that I didn't get to know you better in the short time we played together and, among too many other things, not having the command of the written word, that you are blessed with. It's hard for me to express how much I knowledge I have gained about you, the person I didn't know, and tell you how much I enjoy reading your views and comments on life, after discovering TGF. I am living in Thailand and have not had much luck here finding your books, but next trip to the States I will try to locate them. Good luck with the rehab,I will miss your TGF while you clean up,I look forward to reading them each wk. Just remember you have people out here,that you never even considered friends or family, that are part of your life through you work. Ken Minahan [email protected]— November 13, 2009 1:53 a.m.