I played in a band called the Lovehandles in and around Portland, Oregon, between 1979 and 1989. None of its members were full-time musicians. Patti Dunahugh, our female vocalist, was a dental hygienist; Mike Bragg, our male vocalist and rhythm guitarist, was a medical statistician; and the rest of us were doctors. Of the six of us, the only one whose level of talent qualified him for the designation of "real musician" was Mike. Despite Mike's presence and our best efforts, we were not a very good band. But for reasons that I am still trying to understand we were a successful band. Although some of our success can be attributed to the unique abilities of each member of the Lovehandles, most of the credit belongs to Patti Dunahugh, whose grit, determination, and understanding of what made a dance party fun made us successful.But nothing lasts forever. The first band member to go was our keyboard player, Les Naman, who died unexpectedly in 2014. Of course, his death came as a shock, but after commiserating with one another and feeling vulnerable for a while, we went back to assuming that the rest of us were made of sterner stuff. But when Patti died, it became impossible to believe that we were anything but mortal, which meant that if I didn't say what I had to say, the story of the Lovehandles would never be heard.So, the time has come. Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Lovehandles.
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