Kevin Morgan

I was born a poor black child, just like Steve Martin. Luckily for my band mates, Navin Johnson and I don’t share the same sense of rhythm…or at least it didn’t take me as long to find mine.

Song has played a part in my life as long as I can remember. I imagine music was bound to rub off on me somewhere along the way. It may have been from two parents who played anything from piano and ukulele to an accordion and a mouth harp, or from a grandmother who provided piano accompaniment during the silent movie era and played ragtime by memory well into her nineties. For all I know, there was a Celtic tribesman from the Clan Morgan finding a pocket for the maypole dance at the King Druid’s Sacred Fire Festival. Regardless, I was fortunate to have piano lessons at eight years old, which turned out to be a prerequisite to play drums in elementary school when I was ten. Music was one of those rare things I actually stuck with over the years.

All that effort led me to the local band scene after high school, playing with the little known groups Stranger, Dakota, Rumor Hazit, and Shooter. Eventually I was introduced to the misfits who joined me as an original member of the band Stagepass. In terms of longevity, pocket jack and what I call obscure popularity, my time with Stagepass made all the dues worthwhile. Kelly (whom I sometimes call Weezer) and Jim (a.k.a. Otis) are still with me today in Stone Pony as the other members from Stagepass.

As rewarding as playing has been, bills still need to be paid. During the week, I perform my duties as Sales Manager for a manufacturer of oxygen systems used in commercial and military aircraft. Along with Darrin (the Lone Ho), I’m a pretty avid NASCAR fan and proud to say I was before it was chic. It was a sad day for me when the great Dale Earnhardt left us. Along with music, I also inherited a love for history from my parents and often drift off into some space-time continuum in my mind.
I have a lovely wife, who has graciously put up with my weekend absences over the years when performing, while she withstood the best our two wonderful children could dish out. Thanks, Lori.

Now where did I put my Special Purpose?