Mike DiBari- talks to Blogtalk's DreamCatcher Entertainment

Born in New York into a family that never did anything simply that couldn't be done dramatically. One older sister. Raised in Florida, St. Petersburg, which had a strong artist community. I was fortunate enough to have been able to meet Jack Kerouac, and Jim Morrison, they both used to go by this place called Beau Arts, in Pinellas Park, that a rich gay guy opened. It was a great place, a big old house with maybe 20+ rooms, reading, poetry, plays, folk singing, pot smoking. After graduating from HS in 65', I immediately enlisted into the pro-peace movement and got my ass to San Fransisco as soon as possible, where I was introduced to some of the best cartoonists of that time, Sheldon, Cobb, ...writers like Getty, Gordon, Ginsberg ... heady times, much of what can be talked about that went on back than sounds fanciful when talked about today. Meeting Ginsberg my second day in SF, at a friends apartment, in drag, with someone named Petunia, as they were getting ready to fly to Maui on stolen credit cards ... Sandy Love of the "Ace Trucking Company" and the "Committee", walking in with a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels (it was noon!), taking a swig, looking at me over her shoulder, and saying, "I feel like being "f" by a man today," me sitting there blinking like the dumb teenager I was ... you just can't make this stuff up. For the next few years, like many, I crisscrossed the country from festival to protest, in full counter-culture mode, and one day some 34 years ago, after an aborted smuggling run, found myself in New Orleans. Thought it was a place as close to living outside this country as one could get and became a merchant seamen. After nearly getting killed working the river (ask me about that story), I got into the music-bar business.. Sat in with a few of the best musicians, (I play percussion) heard them all, and served most everyone in this city a drink at one time or another, worked at both the now defunct Dream Palace on Frenchman Stree