BZ Music

Electric Love Bucket After Simba I decided I should try leading a band once, just so I would stop being a whiny bitch about the lead not doing things perfectly for my satisfaction.  So I put this group together.  I found Byron, the guitar playing with a group that was supposedly developing young singing talent.  That group scared the daylights out of me.  An old guy (not me) shepherding a bunch of underage girls.  I'm out.  But I found Byron there.  This kid was a killer lead guitar player and could do both rhythm and leads, and could transition seamlessly.  And he could hear what I was doing across a loud band.  Just a joy to play with.  We were playing some ZZTop tune once and he and I began passing back and forth the theme from Close Encounters.  In the middle of the lead or a rhythm he'd play it, then in the middle of the bass line, I'd play it back.  Back and forth.  We had a good laugh at the end when we asked th...

By this time I'd been thumping along for a few years now and had played in a small variety of bands. Then along came Simba What can I say about Simba.  His name is actually Humphrey.  He called himself Simba because it suited him better.  He was raised in Kenya and schooled in English schools -- highly educated and spoke English far better than almost everyone in Idaho.  A genuinely beautiful man with his lanky, Jimmy Hendrix-ish frame, rich coffee colored skin, perfect ball-shaped afro and an impeccably trimmed beard after the Greek fashion that came to a flat point an inch below his chin.  When Simba first looked at you, you were sure you were the only human in the world that mattered to him at that moment.  Quite a presence. Paul introduced me to Simba, who was looking for a bassist.  At the time I only had the big blue acoustic, so that's what we went with.  Just me, Simba playing guitar, and Paul on the mandolin at first.  It took ...