Ghosts of New Years Past
Years ago, I was working two jobs and going to school full time. Rarely did the two jobs overlap, but one of the few times they did was on a particular New Year’s Eve in the mid-1980s. I worked security at a shopping mall forty hours a week. The job was good because it paid better than flipping burgers and it offered plenty of down time to study for my classes. My second job involved playing keyboards in various bands in dives around L.A. and at weddings and bar mitzvahs. At the mall, I met many off duty LAPD officers who moonlighted as additional security. All of the officers and my fellow security personnel knew I was a musician, and most of them also were familiar with the places where I played. One New Year’s Eve, I had to work my regular shift at the mall before running home to change, load up my equipment, and get myself to Hollywood to play at a Filipino night club called The Bayanihan . A friend of mine recommended me for the job. ...