D. B. Cox
Originally from a small town in South Carolina. Grew up in a Southern Baptist children’s home. In an escape attempt, at the age of six, hopped a freight train with a friend, and rode from Greenwood, S.C. to Augusta, GA (it seemed like a long way then). At the age of 14, picked up the guitar, and a couple of years later played his first paying job with a band. Once he discovered that someone would actually pay him to wank on a guitar, drink beer, and chase the ladies, he was sold on rock & roll. After a 4 year stint, with the Marines in the 60s’, spent a few years in the southeast playing whatever jobs he could get in clubs and bars. In 1978, moved to Boston to attend the Berklee School of Music. Eventually found the blues circuit in New England, and since then, has played the music he loves with some good bands, in a lot of places. He enjoys writing poetry for the same reason he loves playing the guitar; a way to communicate how he feels, at a given time, on a given day.
|The Sky is Crying||Summer 2004|