Hey friends, thanks for visiting again. Sorry about being so busy and not being able to post entries here lately. I just spread myself so thin, but I appreciate you guys, and I'll keep trying to post more often. I'll work more to improve that.
Well this site is still going crazy, blowing up like a rock and roll snowball! I can only thank all of you for that. Please keep coming back and sharing this page with your friends and families, and on your pages. The direct link to this site, in case you have been getting here indirectly, is www.alexxofficialmusic.com. Please continue to share and spread the link as much as possible. I thank you in advance!
So this month alone, this site has had numerous visits from the following countries and organizations:
2. US COMMERCIAL
3. US EDUCATIONAL
5. RUSSIAN FEDERATION
8. CHEC REPUBLIC
13. SOUTH KOREA
20. NON-PROFIT ORGANIZATION
24. UNITED KINGDOM
To take off on a different subject, I was thinking about when I started playing music. I guess it's a pretty long story, dating back to before I wrote my first complete song. It really began with singing. I used to have to hide from my older brother because he would harass me, and I would sing along with Beatles albums. I was six years old at the time I wrote my first song. I still remember the whole song, the melody and the lyrics. It's funny that I still remember, and that's when I was very quickly hooked on music and songwriting for life.
I didn't pick up a real instrument until I was 13. My uncle gave me an old acoustic guitar from Mexico that he had stored in a spare room. It was actually a piece of crap, but I didn't care. I wanted to play it! I had already seen my first two rock concerts, Grand Funk Railroad, and then Black Sabbath. I loved the Grand Funk show, but was mesmerized when I saw Black Sabbath live. I literally thought it was magic, watching Geezer Butler and Tony Iomi barely moving their hands and hearing this huge wall of sound coming out of the speakers. It was a life changing experience. I was then fully hooked on music of life.
So I enrolled in guitar lessons at a school owned by a friend of my dad's. The owner was cool, but his guitar instructor was a real punk, and a very negative person. I could only take so much from this guy, and I just wanted to punch him in the face, so I quit guitar lessons and put the guitar down.
When I was twenty-one, I had another life changing experience that got me back to the guitar. I was in a near fatal accident, when I fell asleep at the wheel in my newly purchased corvette doing 95 mph, when I dozed off. It was my cousin and myself. I was making more money than I knew what to do with at the time, and thought I was invincible, as many people do at that age.
We had gone to Southern California, and partied for five days straight, living the high life, eating at the fanciest restaurants, partying at the beach and the Hollywood night clubs, and just living it up like two crazy young guys, barely in our twenty's, and with way too much money. We were smoking the best weed, I had brought from El Paso, (I was distributing marijuana for a living at the time,) and like foolish young guys, snorting cocaine like it was going out of style. Five solid days of constant partying, with almost no sleep.
Driving home to El Paso was a bitch. We were exhausted, and from the time we hit Arizona, all the way through New Mexico, it was over 100 degrees outside. My cousin had taken the first driving shift while I tried to rest, but it's hard to sleep in the passenger seat of a Corvette. Once we hit New Mexico, my cousin told me it was my turn to take over. I told him, I can't. I'll fall asleep. He told me, you have to; it's your turn. I'm tired and can't drive any more.
So, I took over driving. I was so tired, I really couldn't even think straight, much less exercise good judgment. I took the wheel and took off, hauling ass. I drove for a while, and kept catching myself dozing off. We were in the middle of the desert, with nowhere we could stop to rest. There was no shade to be found where we could stop, and it was way too hot to stop out in the sun to try and get a little rest.
We had just passed Lordsburg, New Mexico, and were 180 miles from El Paso. I figured if I did at least 90 mph the rest of the way, we'd be home in two hours. I put the cruise control on 95 mph and hauled ass down the highway.
As I drove, I kept dozing off, and catching myself. I would try and force my eyes to stay open, but it wasn't working very well. My cousin was passed out in the passenger seat, dead to the world.
I dozed off again, and woke up when the car veered to the left and hit the dirt median and started bouncing and sliding. I tried to steer back onto the road, and when the front tires hit the pavement, the rear end started to spin around and the car was hauling ass sideways. By the time the rear tires hit the pavement, we were completely sideways, and the car became airborne, and then started rolling, flipping and bouncing down the highway.
Well at 95 miles an hour, a car does not just flip a few times. That car rolled, and bounced and rolled down Interstate 10. Fortunately for us, neither one of us was wearing a seat belt. If we had, we would have looked like big mounds of hamburger meat strapped into the seats by the time the car came to rest.
Apparently, someone was watching over us that day, and we were both ejected from the vehicle at some point. It happened so fast! One minute I was driving down the highway, and then suddenly sliding sideways and trying to steer back onto the road, and then airborne. I remember going airborne and I remember thinking "this can't be happening; I was just driving and now I'm flying through the air. I must be dreaming." That's exactly what went through my mind.
I swear, I must have been at least 100 feet in the air, maybe more. Reality hit me like a brick in the head when I hit the ground and rolled across the caliche, dirt and weeds. I didn't realize how bad I was hurt, but knew I was in the most pain I'd ever felt in my life, and my back hurt like a motherfu*ker!
My mouth was full of dirt, and I was spitting it out. My back hurt like hell. I looked at my right arm, and it was broken so badly, and in two places, that my forearm was really short, because the broken bones pieces were overlapping each other. There were big chunks of glass in my arm and back.
As I sat up in the dirt, I looked up and the car was rolling towards me, directly in my path. Debris, the contents of the car, and pieces of the car were flying everywhere. As it rolled directly towards me, it slowed with each roll. I watched it roll a few times, and the final time, it just stopped on its wheels, rocking back and forth about 15-20 feet in front of me.
The next thing I thought was where the hell is Ben, my cousin? I stood up, and just felt dizzy. My back hurt so much, I didn't even feel the pain in my arm, or anywhere else. I didn't realize that my back was broken in two places, because I was solid as a rock from working out pumping heavy iron for four hours, almost every single day. That's apparently what kept my spine in place and saved my life!
I looked around for Ben, and then suddenly heard a voice yelling "hey." I looked in the direction of the voice, and I could see Ben way far away, about three hundred yards further down I-10. Apparently he flew horizontally and I flew vertically. He had to fly at least 300-400 yards, as hard as that seems to believe. He was at least 300 yards from where the car stopped.
So, Ben was luckier than me. He landed in bushes, and I hit the hard caliche dirt.
Suddenly a car pulled up with a family in it. They were white folks. They stopped and took a look at us and the car, and then pulled back onto the road and took off, leaving us to the vultures.
I looked down the road and saw another car coming. I walked right up to the road and flagged them down. They stopped to help us. They looked at us and looked at what was left of the Corvette, and asked us where we were headed. We told them El Paso, and they said "get in; we'll give you a ride."
I was hurt really bad, but was glad we were thrown from the vehicle, because the T-tops had flown off during the rolls and the roof frame and the windshield were crushed down to the level of the hood. Had we been strapped in, it would have been really ugly. Our bodies would have been pummeled across the pavement under the weight and momentum of the car repeatedly.
It was a young couple in a very small Toyota car. Ben jumped in the front and I laid my broken ass across the back seat. They drove us all the way to Anthony, New Mexico. My back ached so bad, I felt every single pebble in the road. When we got to Anthony, they said they had to get gas. We were only about 10 miles from Providence Memorial Hospital, our destination, and coincidently the hospital I was born in.
They stopped the car, and I was in so much pain and I needed air. I felt dizzy and like I was suffocating. I said let me out. They all said, no, no, no, were almost there. I said no, let me out; I have to get out.
They let me out of the car, and as soon as I stood up, I felt like I was going to pass out, so I squatted down against the wall of the gas station, looking at my arm, and the big chunks of glass in it.
They finished putting in gas and told me come on; let's go. I stood up, and literally almost passed out. I squatted back down and told them to call an ambulance. They were telling me, no, we're almost there. I told them, no, call an ambulance, so they did.
The ambulance took me to Providence Hospital where I was born. The emergency room doctor was a personal friend of my father. My father told me years later, that the doctor had told him I might not make it through the night. I almost died that night in the hospital I was born. That definitely would have going full-circle, but I made it. I survived.
The recovery process was long and hard. I had instantly gone from a tough little motherfu*ker, solid as a rock, to being like a 90 year old man, literally. When I walked, I had to take little tiny steps, like one inch per step. I was physically broken, literally.
Well during my recovery, I still was making tons of money, but it was a slow difficult recovery. The doctor got me so hooked on opiates, that I was walking around fu*ked up all the time.
It was during this time that I went out and bought a badass guitar, and my first Marshall half-stack, (guitar amplifier,) because I suddenly had nothing but time on my hands. About a week after the accident, the doctors re-constructed my right arm, installing a large metal plate to hold it together, with some really big screws holding it in place.
They put a cast on my arm, and I could barely grasp a pic. I started out playing like 8 hours per day. I didn't know sh*t, and I had a loud ass Marshall amp. I drove the neighbors crazy for quite a while, lol!
After that, I never quit playing, and eventually got to where I am today as a player and a musician. Now, six years into my resurrection as an active musician, I can honestly say that I am playing guitar better than I ever have in my life. Everything happens for a reason, and if it weren't for that accident, I may have never taken the time to learn to play. I lost a lot, and gained a lot through that experience. Now it's all about rock and roll!
Well, that's about all I have time for right now, but I still have a lot more to talk about, so I'll be back soon. Thanks as always for visiting, and please come back soon.
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