Jamie Moyer
N/S Stickist & Bassist
San Diego, Ca.

The Journey

Part III- The First California Year

Fate has a funny way of interfering with the best of plans.After my marriage ended, I quit my accounting/banking career, moved to the West Coast and set my sights on becoming a full-time musician.After spending some time in Phoenix with relatives, my conversion van and I reached San Diego in late January 1990. I was living in my van and it actually snowed on South Carlsbad State Beach on my first day. Cold and snow in SoCal – I came all the way across the country for this! Of course the weather got better, but I was truly struggling and California real estate was tanking. Not only was I unable to find a good band, I was devastated to find that most of the ads read: looks more important than ability. Wow! This was definitely not what I expected. I was unable to find a good band, or work in banking due to the economy. Totally dejected, I packed up my belongings and returned to Central Pennsylvania convinced that I could guide my musical career from home.My grandparents (RIP) were so happy that the prodigal grandson had finally returned home after five years. Then I realized that I would need lots of gasoline money to drive to Philly or New York. On my way home from California, I stopped and looked around Nashville.Rents were low and possibilities seemed bright. So one month later, I stored most of my belongings, packed my van once more and moved to Nashville to become a session bassist.