Mark Firehammer

Mark Firehammer, 2009
Mark Firehammer, 2009

If it weren’t for music it wouldn’t be as happy and whole as I feel today. I went to three different high schools so I never really had the opportunity to form lasting relationships but on the bright side I have lots of time to ponder big questions and figure out who I was. That became my pattern early on. My senior year somehow worked out to be almost all music classes. Apparently I’d gotten the academics out of the way in the prior years, so I was in the marching band, the orchestra, the chamber singers, the chorus and I got an hour of independent study on guitar and vocals each day. I started playing beach bars and nightclubs in 1981 at the age of 19. I will never forget my first gig at a place called The Driftwood in St. Petersburg Beach Florida. I used to drop by for their Monday night blues jam and play the trumpet with a bunch of other guys. Eventually, I started playing the guitar and singing every on Friday nights for for $20 and all the beer I could drink! They get a really good deal because I couldn’t drink much, especially if I really wanted to play. And play I did! I think I knew 23 songs when I started there, and just played ’em over and over again. The place was really rustic, open-air, right on the beach and full of all sorts of characters under the influence of any number of liquids and other substances. It was the early 80s. What was to follow has been an adventure, and what feels like manylifetimes looking back from today.

  • 4 years playing the local acoustic music scene in St. Pete Florida
  • A short but sweet 5 year first marriage to my high school sweetheart
  • A seven-year New York City period of street performing and seeking to record
  • A good many years of life on the road, writing songs, telling stories, finding my voice and re-creating myself
  • Sailing tall ships as first mate aboard the Mercantile out of Camden Maine
  • Purposeful detachment from my family and the limits of their fears and expectations
  • Getting off the road to seek love, companionship and of course vocation
  • Partnered in a construction and renovation company
  • Got married, And got divorced 10 years later but that’s okay.
  • Created a tech-support company, Tech Effective
  • And a marketing company
  • Always endeavoring to make some difference in the lives of those my work touches.

The journey goes on…..with destinations just an excuse, …for the ride is the reason!

2 thoughts on “Mark Firehammer”

  1. I remember you at The Loading Zone in Seminole, circa 1985. You’d play for hours on end certain weeknights, and I remember a certain song, of your own writing, leaving and squashing something ” beneath your Pinto’s wheels”. Great song, wish I could remember all of it!
    Great times at that little watering hole all those years ago. Here’s hoping that life is treating you well these days! I hope you’re still doing some music here and there. I could see the wonderful talent back then, and I enjoyed coming to listen to you every week.

  2. Hi Katherine! Those were good ol’ days. Here is that lyric swimming in your head!
    Kapok Song

    I’ve been working in this restaurant,
    But I just can’t make no bread.
    I try real hard to please them,
    But they just turn their heads.
    And pretend that they don’t notice ,
    Just how good I sound,
    When I’m through they just sit and chew,
    and push their food around.

    Well your all a bunch of assholes,
    And I don’t like you a bit.
    And like your common asshole,
    You’re all full of shit.
    To dumb to use sun lotion,
    To protect your lilly hides,
    Before you come back next year,
    Why don’t you all learn to drive.

    They stand in line for hours,
    Before they get a seat.
    Sippin tall drinks through flowers,
    Until they get to eat.
    Then they all want the onion soup,
    Put it on seperate checks,
    Your waiter outa twist your fuckin heads,
    Right off your northern necks,

    They come in by the thousands,
    They come from all around,
    Just to see that half dead Kapok tree,
    And have a big night on the town.
    But I just keep on smilin,
    can’t show em how I feel,
    But I’d like to squash your sunscorched heads,
    Beneath my Pinto’s wheels.

    Copyright, Mark E. Firehammer 1984

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