I don’t know if Mark was the Paul to my John or if maybe I was the Keith to his Mick. We got along far better than Glenn Frey and Don Henley, dressed more casually than Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious, and didn’t carry handguns like Dr. Dre and Ice Cube. We were just a couple guys on Chicago’s North Side that loved rock and roll.
Mark and I had known each other for some time before we discovered our shared passion for rock. But when the day came that we finally got around to discussing music, two things were revealed: 1) we loved The Rolling Stones; and 2) our favorite hobby was playing guitar. You may reasonably assume that the reason we each viewed playing our instruments as a hobby rather than a career was largely a function of our musical abilities.