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She was The BLUES QUEEN. Janis was a Queen. How could you not love her free spirit? If only just for a weekend. Come now, ladies, and tell the truth. Would you like to be Janis Joplin for just one weekend and try it out? It could change your life. Close your eyes and imagine you're there.

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Photo of Jim McBain and me at bike week in Daytona Beach, Florida, in 1992. The last time we to bike week in Florida was in 2022. It was always a great time. I always felt stronger when I stood next to him. He was 6 feet 6 inches tall and my soul brother. We travelled together on many trips. We went to see Jackson Browne at the NAMM Show in California about 12 years ago.

This is a photo of our friend Allan (aka Jake) Hickey. We miss you, brother.

Just a little story

Years ago, while travelling to London, Ontario, to fulfill a contract for Western University. It was always a great place to play. One wink before twilight, I came through the doors at the University, I had a gig at The Elbow Room. It was bustling, so this guy, I thought, was standing on a table or something, waved me through because I was carrying my guitar. He was standing, looking over those carpeted office dividers. As I rounded the corner where this guy was standing, he wasn't on a ladder or a table; he was standing on the floor. I walked to him and asked him how tall he was. He measured an astonishing 7 feet 4 inches. I asked him, Do you play basketball? He replied, No, I'm too tall. We both burst into laughter. This guy was flat black fu***ng gorgeous, and huge. When he shook my hand, it was like shaking hands with a grizzly bear. He told me a story about his birth. He said we weighed in at a whopping 18 pounds when he was born, and when he was circumcised, he only weighed 8 pounds. haha!
Anyway, when I played in London, it was about 6 weeks between gigs, and I used to stay with a lifelong friend, Murray Cuff. He was studying to be a dentist. This guy is a brilliant individual. I slept on the couch; he had two other hilarious roommates. I mean, these guys made beer, my Lord, I couldn't get around it, it was half sludge, and the other half was p**s or vinegar, not quite sure.
When Murray Cuff would go to call in the early morning, I used to peek out the window to see if he was gone, then I'd grab my favourite pillow and head off to Murr's room and jump into his nice, warm water bed. It was like heaven had spread its wings and come to Murray's bedroom.
He was cool with that. I'd never jump into anyone's bed without permission. (wait a second)? Did I say that?
The big reality is that I would always come prepared when I stayed. I would get there with my gear and a 60-pounder of Rye, it was the drink for the lads back then. They all knew what time I would arrive, and all three of them would be there with lots of mix, and the party began for a week.
Thank you, Murray and you two roommates, I've forgotten their names. If still in contact, tell them I said hello. Love, your Friend Steve PS: I see Brian and Linda Somerton in that photo on the right at the merchant's Christmas Dance

Brian Percival (RCI Teacher) and I are playing crib at his home. You are deeply missed by us all, especially your good wife Jeannie and our three girls.

Our Grand Opening of my new Radio Shack franchise. 1996. Diane Wakley, Chief James McBain, Steve St. Michael (me), Dan Casey, Terry Wall and Scott Brown.

My Mooshie. She loved to covered in snow and she loved the sunshine too.

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My Mooshie.

This lovable companion, I named Peso. I adopted this lovely creature because he followed me everywhere when I was in Mexico. Even to a concert one evening. It took a lot of time, effort, and coin to get him ready for vaccinations, etc., to bring Peso to Canada. Anyway, I finally returned home with my new orphan companion, and he seemed to have jet lag or just not feeling good. Mooshie lay with him until the second night we had him home. Around Midnight, Peso was coughing up blood, and I immediately took him to the Humane Society hospital in Ottawa. By the time I got here, Peso was dead. They did an autopsy, and I was told he was full of cancer. Oh, my Lord, I cried, I felt so guilty for taking him from his home, I just felt terrible. Poor wee Peso..

Mom and me.1992