Biography
People often ask how I got this job of playing full-time in a successful rock
band. Is there an application? Is there a college or university? Who do you have
to know? Well, everyone gets here by a different path but looking back on my own
career I would say I got here from a combination of love, luck, hard work and
then some more love, more luck and even more hard work.
I have played music since I was a child but never thought of it as a
career option. It was first and foremost my love and my passion. I
played in high school bands and even worked my way through university
playing in country rock bands. Yes, I did play for the money but without
the money I still would have played those gigs because I loved it.
After my studies I cut back on playing live because of the
constraints of my corporate job but I channelled my musical energy into
composing and recording at home. This too was done for the pure love of
music as never in my wildest dreams did I believe I would end up here.
Around 1994 I was playing steel with some Chicago musicians that
played only songs by the holy trinity of Hank, Buck and George. The
bassist, Dave Gay, mentioned that his band Freakwater was going to tour
Europe but that their guitarist couldn't make it. For some strange
reason I wanted that gig so bad I could taste it. I hadn’t even heard
Freakwater’s music but I knew that this was the right gig for me. I
called Catherine in Kentucky, I went to lunch with Janet in Chicago and
I lobbied very hard for the position. And during all these talks I never
once mentioned money. The money was very far down my list of priorities.
Well, I got the Freakwater gig and spent three years with them. We
toured Europe and America and recorded a record together (Old Paint).
Along the way we opened for Wilco and I became friends with them. I
loved the band because they rocked and were really great guys. They
asked me to record with them on some solo projects and even some
Nashville sessions. One day Jeff Tweedy (the singer) asked me to play a
solo show with him in Chicago. I remember hanging up the phone and
thinking that this was the greatest musical honour of my life, that I
could die a satisfied man because it did not get any better than this.
Well, things did get better because they soon asked me to join the band.
That was one of the toughest decisions in my life because it meant
leaving the business world behind. I owned my own successful company and
had five employees that depended upon me for their living. It was a
great business that was fun to run and it was my stability. I was
unprepared to leave it to join a country-rock band. I did however agree
to play one show - New York City with Johnny Cash. That show changed my
mind and my life.
I spent two years with Wilco and they were some of the most cherished
years of my life - playing the Letterman and Conan O’Brian shows;
playing Much Music’s Snow Job; touring with Los Lobos and Sheryl Crow;
meeting Emmylou Harris, Peter Buck and Jackson Browne; playing the Greek
Theater in Berkley, the Troubadour in L.A., the Fillmore in San
Francisco… glorious times for a wide-eyed, small town boy.
We played the legendary Horseshoe in Toronto in 1996 and the promoter
stuck a young, new artist on the bill to open for us. She had recently
moved to Toronto and her name was Oh Susanna. We became friends that
night and in a few years she would play a very big part in my life.
After recording the Mermaid Avenue record in Dublin with Billy Bragg
and Wilco, my gig with them was over. They were pulling away from
country-rock material and would no longer be requiring steel guitar. It
was a very amicable split. With no gigs on the immediate horizon I
decided to move to Oxford, Mississippi to write and record my first solo
album.
The result was 2 years of hard work and poverty. I was broke and
struggling, but the creative thing was really happening. I dedicated
those two years to learning the craft of songwriting and the business of
how to sell an indie record. Once the record was complete I was in a
terrible bind because I could not afford to manufacture it and without
an actual CD to sell, I had nothing. Things were quite bleak until out
of the blue Oh Susanna called and invited me to Toronto to play guitar
on her Johnstown record. My fee was having 1,000 CD’s manufactured.
Entering the studio with Suzy, I met Bazil Donovan, bassist for Blue
Rodeo. We formed a fast and lasting friendship, especially after two
weeks in Norway for a solo tour of mine. After making Johnstown I toured
with Oh Susanna often, opening for the Jim Cuddy Band. Jim, one of Blue
Rodeo’s singers, was a fan of Wilco and we too soon became friends.
Meanwhile my career in the States was at an all-time low. I couldn’t
make enough to live on and was strongly considering re-entering the
business world. Reluctantly I agreed to play a few last solo shows
opening up for the Jim Cuddy Band in Canada. To do this required driving
my ’86 Honda Civic (no radio, no air conditioner, no muffler, leaking
oil!) 18 hours straight without stopping from Mississippi to Toronto.
That night I played a solo show in Toronto to 8 fans and had to pay my
Canadian band from my own pocket with IOU’s. The next day I set out
broke and thoroughly disillusioned for a show in Ottawa with Cuddy. I
knew on the way there that this was my last tour.
Arriving in Ottawa I knocked on the tour bus door and was greeted by
Jim who invited me into the back lounge for a little chat. It went like
this: “Bob, our steel player is leaving the band, we aren’t holding
auditions and yours is the only name that came up. So…….you’ll probably
want to move to Toronto because we have a pretty busy year ahead of us.”
In those 30 seconds my life changed from being a broke, Mississippi
solo artist to becoming a member of a successful, legendary Canadian
institution. How did I get here? Love, Luck and Hard Work! Oh, and a
little more luck, eh?
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Instruments
Lap Steel Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Slide Guitar
Related Links
Read up on Bob's latest solo project over at BobEgan.com.