Once A King, Now A Prince:

As I do my book trailers for my memoir, Once A King, Now A Prince, I will be posting them as well here, in my blogs. Please enjoy and please buy my book. You can purchase the book at BookBaby using this link: AVAILABLE FOR SALE AT: Amazon.com see Q Code, or https://www.amazon.com/Once-King-Now-Prince-dysfunction-ebook/dp/B0GFFPTWKJ/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1TY9VDMHI38J3&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.cidroCLb2N1RUmyi3s_DBunfzj_Yx3MbXkk8VwLPHGtTV3HQcriGP6R91x3OzsU8Zf7-qZQo6Qg8GnVBymxHwEB54oKzEyCR1oSeZcFUXkOWdYTRaWWZ_h1fnVdV7I08ku6cINVg6aDUlcVTtXieT-LHuBByL0ZbfRzlW7mtSC7D1447u1dIMbHPip7msGa2JB00R6qHMH1kCO4wfzzcq-8YdhHqdTFya-BFQo9ynNg.b_73u5XQxx7zYzUHIAEU7BoR4PLIz4OnmQEhu6NnZmQ&dib_tag=se&keywords=once+a+king%2C+now+a+prince&qid=1768066803&sprefix=once+a+king%2C+now+a+prince%2Caps%2C128&sr=8-1 Also available for purchase at BookBaby.com BookBaby.com: https://store.bookbaby.com/book/once-a-king-now-a-prince?srsltid=AfmBOoraz6-E5T-Cv1Tg-1I27djmwe-5fNcQGDKw2xTQWFB-NsZjmuGZ Info: https://onceakingnowaprince.com, where you can find updates and interesting stories under the blogs tab. I love this video, which is a tongue and cheek presentation of two people who you would never see coming together on anything political, but have done so for my memoir, Once A King, Now A Prince.com. This one is an excellent job of combining the music videos of my former clients into the book trailer for the story of my life.

The Story Of My Life Begins In Disorder Some people are born onto smooth pavement. Others are dropped onto broken glass and told to run. The story of my life began in chaos, confusion, and emotional instability that would have broken most people before they ever reached adulthood. There was no roadmap, no safety net, and certainly no guidance on how to survive a household ruled by dysfunction instead of love. When you grow up surrounded by volatility, your early education isn’t academic. It’s emotional triage. You learn how to read moods, how to stay invisible, how to endure. The story of my life didn’t start with dreams of success. It started with survival. That reality shaped everything that followed. The Story Of My Life And A Childhood Without Guardrails By the time most kids are learning confidence, I was learning defense. The story of my life includes long stretches…

I didn’t write Once A King, Now A Prince to romanticize the past. I wrote it because the truth has weight, and the best rock & roll books don’t float above reality. They dig into it. They bleed a little. They tell the parts most people skip when the lights come on and the applause starts. When people talk about rock & roll books, they usually expect fame, excess, and backstage stories. Those are in here, yes. But what drives my book are stories from my life, that began long before music entered the picture. Long before talent agencies, major bands, or rooms where everyone suddenly turns to look at you. At its core, Once A King, Now A Prince is the story of my life. It starts with childhood abuse, control, and fear. It starts with being raised to believe I was evil, worthless, and disposable. That foundation matters,…

What is the age at which someone should lose their innocence? How old were you when you lost yours? Were you able to deal with it as a young adult, or was it thrust upon you way before you were ready or knew what to do with this incredible and traumatic loss? Psychological experts have stated that a person develops approximately eighty percent of their personality by the age of six. I do not doubt that these early years shaped my worldview. 

How does a four—or five-year-old not only lose his innocence at such a ridiculously early age but also survive the anger, beatings, punishment, and rejection of a rage-filled parent? I’m glad you asked: Fantasy! As other children use their fantasy lives to play and dream of wonderous things, I used mine to escape my world and, in my meager fashion, control that world before it extinguished me. Interestingly enough, a silver lining perhaps is that the University of Harvard and other prestigious universities have linked imagination with entrepreneurial spirit and ‘genius’ to avoid a lack of structure. In other words, a forced adaptation to my environment.

I felt safe in the back of Uncle Dave’s old light green, four-door Plymouth. My mother and I occupied the entire back seat, and I had the “catbird’s seat.” I could not see anything, as my head was well below the window line, buried in my mother’s lap. This was luxury. This was living. This was comfort. This was safe.

I should never have trusted a Canadian, as my father was from Canada. There was a small-time promoter from Toronto, Canada, named Ray Daniels, who contacted me because one of my agents, Wally Meyrowitz, would not sell him acts for his venue. The venue was the 1,000-seater Victoria Theater, an old burlesque house located next to one of the world’s greatest Jewish delicatessens, renowned far and wide for their “baby beef” brisket, made from veal rather than beef. With a Canadian father and a love for Canada (and its “baby beef”), I took on dealing directly with Ray Daniels.