Dennis Lopez '74 | April 14, 2016
I must have been the luckiest kid on the block when, back in high school in New York City, my buddies let me into their band, the Malibooz. “Yeah, you can play bass,” said Johnny Z.
“Great, what’s bass?” I’d had a few piano lessons, with mixed results. But in a week or so I was playing “Help Me Rhonda” and “Nadine.” Now here I am, 52 years later, still playing in bands and wishing I’d never sold that ’63 Fender Precision bass, which today is worth as much as a decent used car.