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Self Portrait (above): I practiced the drums six hours a day the summer I turned thirteen. When my sister grew up and had kids, she would not let them take up the drums. I’ve never figured out why.

What Inspired Me to Be a Musician

— and Activist

by Lloyd Ferris

BA, Research Methods in Social Science
MA, Social Psychology
BS, What I like to spread around

In my generation, called the baby boom, everybody wanted to be a rock star.  Some of us aspired to more doable goals, like saving the world from nuclear obliteration, or eliminating poverty from the face of the Earth.

I kinda wanted to do all three. This website is my humble attempt to do exactly that (why not have it all?) before I go join that great garage band in the sky. In the process, I want to glorify myself by telling my life story.

Let’s start with high school. I went to High School in The San Francisco Bay Area in the late 1960s. Ah yes, the Summer of Love. Oh no, the Vietnam War. I remember being at a concert called “The Fantastic Flight of the Mystic Balloon”, listening to Country Joe and the Fish do the “I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ to Die Rag”:

“It’s One — two — three, what are we fighting for? Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam…”

Everyone around me was singing along, and I wanted to be a part of that group sarcasm with all my heart.

But… (continued on the About page)