Chuck Warren
The 1960s was a magical time for music and for me as a musician. I would not trade the eight years from 1962 to 1970 that I spent on the road with the Bards for anything. It was an absolutely amazing, wonderful adventure!
But in 1970, I woke up one morning and on impulse, notified all concerned that I was going back to college to complete the degree in architecture that I had not finished during my musician years. I had a wife and two children at home, and life on the road had become less appealing as a way of making a living. It was in the middle of a semester at college, so I was going to relax for a month or two. The next day, I really slept in!! Then I aired up the tires on an old bicycle I had and rode around Moses Lake for a day. The next morning, I discovered that just doing nothing was not possible! I went to the employment office and said I just needed something to do until the next school semester started. They sent me to Lad Irrigation, a company that designs, sells, and installs agricultural irrigation equipment. I fell in love with the company and the work and stayed there for the next forty-two years! I received a fantastic education. The on-the-job experience in all areas of construction, excavation, concrete, welding, electrical, heavy equipment, troubleshooting, were some of my favorite years. Eventually, moving into management and being in the middle of customer needs, salesmen’s deadlines, and promises with employees’ workload and issues made for never a dull or boring moment and a celebration whenever a plan came together!
I had so burned out on music that I literally quit playing my bass for almost all the years I worked at Lad. I had many interests and enjoyed weekends and holidays, hunting artifacts along the Columbia River, or backpacking in the Cascade Mountains. I built a house and learned to build and fly radio-controlled airplanes. Art projects, sculpting, drawing, photography, and geology were all interests that I pursued with passion when I could find the time.
My son, Justin, who was born about the time I quit playing (1969), found my bass one day and wanted to know what it was. I showed him the three chords and eight notes of Louie Loue, and he took it to his room. Within a few years, he was playing at a level far above what I had ever played.
In 1983, after my first marriage of 18 years had ended, I married Dede, a friend I had known for years. Our daughter, Chazz was born in 1990 and once again, my child finding my bass and asking questions got her started and she has since studied with Edgar Meyer and John Clayton.
I retired when I turned 65 and found myself with time to think about music again. I had been watching Chazz, and my desire to play returned. I borrowed one of Chazz’s uprights and got together with some local musicians. One of them had been the director of music at our local community college so I was embarrassed to have to ask him the names of the strings on the bass. True story!! You can forget a lot in 40 years.
I started having so much fun and for the next six or seven years found myself playing in a nice list of groups: The Grant County Centennial Band, Night Shift, Time Flyer, Cover Story, What, A jazz trio. Playing at many local events and venues! So much fun, so many friends made, so much loving the joy of making music.
A real highlight of that time was in 2016 when Mardig had a 50-year class reunion in Moses Lake and my band, Cover Story played for it. Mardig came to Moses Lake, and we rehearsed together so he could play with us. We learned Never Too Much Love, The Owl and the Pussycat, Jabberwocky and others. It was so fantastic after fifty years to be playing Bard music with Mardig live for people dancing and singing along!
I had a health scare in 2015 that made me want to complete adventures on my ‘someday’ list while I still had the health to do it and I embarked on travels to see the world. I was able to visit all seven continents including both the Arctic and Antarctic circles so now have a pretty good idea of what a lot of the globe looks like!
I love watching Justin and Chazz and a grandson, Jerrick Crites who is a fantastic guitar player (Odyssey, in Spokane) and recently saw Paul McCartney in Spokane. The Beatles were such gods to me as a young musician and I never got to see them live. Paul made up for that! The Rolling Stones are playing in Seattle! May have to go! WOW! Sixties music. Magical and timeless!!