Dan Rocco, well let's see....How about a timeline?

Sometime in September 1960, Mom & Dad got frisky.

June 24th 1961 at 5:00am Mom paid the price for Dad being afore mentioned "frisky."
(Mom knew I'd grow up to be a musician, she cut the umbilical cord at 6 months,
I had to order out for the last three.)

Nine years later to the day, Dad bought me a used Suzuki guitar, and spent the next thirty
years regretting that faithful decision.

At sixteen, I discovered the second coming of skateboarding, and the fact girls would
truly be my undoing.

Three years after picking up a skateboard I won the 1978 Midwest Processional Freestyle
Skateboard Championships in Springfield, IL at Country Surf'n Skate Park.

Two months after winning the competition, I was skating, just minding my
own business,when a car skidded to a halt and a bushy haired guy pops out.
"Son, why ain't you in the Marine Corps?" As I recall, I answered "I dunno"
Two weeks later, I was bald as a ping pong ball, be called a "Maggot" and
something about my state and steers...

In 1981 after my hitch in the "Core" my Dad asked "OK, now what do want to do with the
rest of your life?" So being that I just worked my butt off for several years, I decided
to swear off any type of physical labor, and asked Dad to loan me the money for a new
guitar and sound system. A decision, I would regret for the next thirty years of my life!

Most years have been pretty good, except for that year when Karaoke came out,
and I realized two things...

1. There are a LOT of people who want to do what I do.
2. That Karaoke is truly "close captioning for the musically impaled."