1992: Lots of good things started happening to George Blowfish in the early '90s. George wasn't a DJ anymore, but he was having lots of fun with music. One day, Mr. Cheesewhizz sat down with George and convinced him that he could sing. George could sing, but had to get totally blotto to be any good at it. In 1992, (from left) Mr. Cheesewhizz, Scott the Extraordinary Dobro Man, George Blowfish and Vincenzo the Superb Percussionist formed a band called Reckless Dentistry. We were together for about twelve hours. But they were the most excellent twelve hours you could ask for. We actually won our category in a music contest, the prestigious 7th Annual St. Louis Music Contest. Our greatest "hit" was The Trailer Song, a well crafted tune about a 30 year old guy who finally moves out of the Festus, MO trailer home he shares with his momma. We got to play a gig in the basement of Blueberry Hill in University City. I even got paid! So now I've reached one of my life's goals of being an actual professional musician.

In 1993 another annoying band reared its ugly head with Mr. Cheesewhizz and Rusty the Handsome Guy on guitars, Mr. Worst Nightmare on bass, Stumpy Joe on Drums and George Blowfish spitting and slurring out front. We formed the short lived but fetid group Don's Rotting Colon. DRC lasted for about six hours. But they were the most excellent six hours you could ask for. Nowadays, everyone but George is a legit musician. Well...nobody knows exactly what happened to Stumpy Joe.

Mr. Cheesewhizz is a well-known and surprisingly respected St. Louis songwriter and guitarist. Sometimes I go visit him in St. Louis. By day he's a big time ad weasel, but when he finds the time, he makes music. And you can buy his stuff on Amazon.com! Scott from Reckless Dentistry is now in a band called The Bluegrass Orphans, Rusty still kicks major guitar ass and for years fronted a local KC bar band called "The Blast." He's now started up with a new band called "Blind Date." Vincenzo the Superb Percussionist also plays guitar, has been writing wonderful songs and periodically performs in Chicago clubs. Vince has a great website where you can check out his music and ad design chops here. George sings all by himself in the shower. The kitties don't like it much and wish he would stop.

1994: Another reason 1993 was a good year is because George Blowfish met Mrs. Blowfish. George was introduced by good friend and Pig Slave Richardo who set us up. George was instantly attracted to Mrs. Blowfish because of her fashion sense and tendency to dress up as various woodland creatures.

A few weeks before the wedding, there was a knock at my door. It was a Jackson County Sheriff's officer and a limo driver. The officer said he was sent by the U.S. Justice Department. He told me to grab some clothes and get in the limo, as my employer was being investigated for tax fraud, and the Feds wanted to ask me a few questions at the Chicago Regional Office. I grabbed my stuff and got in the limo, which took me to KCI and a plane to Midway. Two guys in suits picked me up at the airport, didn't say a word, put me in the back seat of a one-tone Ford with blackwall tires and drove me downtown. On the way we drove past the Dan Rostenkowski Municipal Building in Chicago. I thought I'd make some chit chat, so I said "Geez, look at what you can buy with postage stamps!" One of the agents in front turned around, took off his sunglasses, and said "Shut up. He's a local hero." That was the extent of our conversation. Upon arrival at the Downtown Hilton, the agents took me upstairs to the interrogation room. On the table was a half eaten room service meal, a tape recorder, note pad, and a faxed picture of me leaving my house three hours previous in Kansas City. One of the suits who brought me upstairs told me to sit down, and the investigator would be coming in to question me. A minute later, all my buds come in, and it's time for George's Bachelor Party in Chicago! Needless to say, we had a great time. I will not show any incriminating pictures, except to say we did party all night on the town, go to the Chicago Blues Festival the next day, and Mr. Cheesewhizz tried to steal the ID from all our cab drivers. He actually got one.

Well a few weeks later, Mrs. Blowfish and I got hitched. In 1992 I had bought the Parental Blowfish Villa, "Stately Wayne Minor," so that Mom and Dad Blowfish could retire to their festive lake home in Arkansas. Mrs. Blowfish and I threw a great housewarming party, and it's been home sweet home ever since.

Compared to the path that brought me here, life has been pretty calm in the 2000 decade. Married life settled down here in Stately Wayne Minor has been a beautiful thing. George's latest brainchild is Radio Blowfish, where he has fun playing DJ again, just like the old days!