In December of 1981 young Jeffrey joined a "show band" called Sensitivity.
For those of you who have never seen such an act, this means that in addition to playing the current dance music of the day, we also performed a one-hour "Vegas style" variety show as our 2nd set.
In the early 80s, this type of thing was very popular at large hotel nightclubs.
As you can see, Sensitivity had 3 attractive female singer/dancers backed by a 4-piece band. Until this point, I had only ever played with unshaven rock musicians in stinky bars, so this was a brand new experience for me.
This next segment of my diary takes place at a swanky corporate hotel in downtown Providence, Rhode Island in January of '82.
"Interesting problems" was a bit of an understatement.
You see, as a naive 20 year-old musician who was on the road for the first time, I had no experience with high-end east coast hotel night clubs or the clientele who frequented them. Like Dawn for instance.
It was interesting because during the 3 weeks we were together, we did really normal things during the day - like going to the mall, taking her 6 year old son to the zoo and seeing the sites in Boston. And then at night she'd show up late and we'd sit up and watch TV and talk and do other things that couples normally do.
So imagine my surprise when one night, the police knocked on my door with a search warrant and drug sniffing dogs, and made us step out of the room so they could search it. Also imagine my surprise when Hank, the owner of the band, pulled me aside to tell me that Dawn was not the "nice" girl I seemed to think she was - and that she had apparently been arrested at another hotel before for trading "favors" for cocaine.
Needless to say I was heartbroken. And confused. And in denial.
So what do you do when you're a songwriter whose heart has just been broken?
You wax poetic with a pun-laden tribute to the girl you cannot have.
When I think of Dawn, it's not the day
or a sudden thought that passed my way
The word means more to me than this
it means a soft and gentle kiss
And when I see Dawn I do see light
But not the kind that ends the night
No, I see love shine from inside
so bright, the sun in shame would hide
And when the sunrise warms the day
Dawn warms my heart in the same way
And helps the seeds of love we share
To grow, and be forever there
The beauty of the break of day
is what Dawn is, the poets say
They see its beauty when it's light
I see its beauty day or night
And Dawn means starting new again
like every morning that has been
And Dawn is music the same way
Like when the birds sing for the day
And Dawn gives life to everyone
the way the flowers need the sun
And like a child that we know
Dawn gives life to help him grow
My love is like the drops of dew
because it's there when Dawn is too
It's only different in one way
it won't dry up and go away
So Dawn means many things to me
all of which in her I see
And in the cold, dark night I find
that Dawn is always on my mind
So there you have it, another entry from the diary that keeps on giving.
Until now. You see I've finally read through the whole thing, and except for hours of music-related entries, I don't know that there's much more in the way of embarrassing romantic failures. Therefore, I think I'll hang it up with this one.
So say adieu to young Jeffrey... a young man who couldn't seem to get anything right and just wanted to be loved.
If you'd like to read the previous 5 entries in this Dear Diary series, just click on the "DIARY" label here.