Runnin' down a dream

By J. D. Meisner

As a teenager, I remember having my blue metal flake Rogers five-piece drum kit set up in the basement of Mom and Dad's house along with a couple Peavey amps, a couple cheap microphones, mike stands, some black light posters, a strobe light and other groovy 70s stuff.

It was the summer of 1979, I was going to be a junior in high school and three of my high school band mates and I had formed a little rock band. The lead singer/lead guitarist's first name was Johnny. Like the heartless high school boys we were, we started calling him Johnny Panic because he had anxiety attacks, then shortened it to Johnny Pan when we became close friends – you know, after Peter Pan.

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