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Take a look at this highlight from #Acoustic4ACure – are we having any fun yet, or what??! There’s nothing like rocking with friends for a good cause and can’t wait to take it back to The Fillmore with everyone next year!

Psyched to be a guest on this week’s episode of Rock This with Allison Hagendorf! We had a great conversation that covered a lot of ground.

Listen to the full episode now only on Spotify!

Announcing NEW 2021 tour dates in Florida. We’re excited to bring back live music while keeping Redheads’ safety in mind. You can find more information about COVID protocol and safety measures by visiting each venues’ website.

Head to the events tab for tickets and more details about each event. See you soon!

Sammy & the Circle Birthday Bash 2020 is now streaming exclusively on The Coda Collection! Watch Sammy, Mike, Jason, and Vic perform from the sunny Catalina Island in an epic beach concert.

Also featuring special guests Rick Springfield and REO Speedwagon’s Kevin Cronin, plus bonus material with Sammy and the band on the island.

David Lauser a.k.a. Bro and I in 1970. We might have been calling ourselves The Big Bang, Manhole, or Skinny. Bro and I used to set up by ourselves, guitar and drums, in Riverside Fairmount Park.

They had a little amphitheater and we just went and did it without asking for permission. Nothing. There might be 7-10 people who would stop and listen. We didn’t give a fuck, we just jammed. Loaded the truck back up at the end of the day.

Bro was a drummer on ‘Standing Hampton,’ ‘Three Lock Box,’ ‘VOA,’ ‘I Never Said Goodbye,’ and all Wabos records, starting with ‘Red Voodoo.’ We came from childhood.

That van took me right up to Montrose, 1972. It carried our equipment from the Inland Empire to San Francisco, back-and-forth for months every week, until we got a gig at the Peppertree lounge on Broadway in San Francisco on the off nights (Monday and Tuesday).

One thing led to another and Ronnie Montrose discovered me at a place called the Wharf Rat in San Francisco. That van was parked out front because we loaded our own equipment in and out every week. The rest I guess is history.

That van, if you read my book, is the one that my first wife Betsy’s dad and brother rebuilt the engine of and made it a new car in Rochester, New York 1969 (the year of Woodstock), so I could drive it back to California with Bucky and my wife Betsy, newly pregnant with Aaron (Happy birthday, 2/24!). Check the license plate, very interesting. I wore that fucking van out! When I joined Montrose, that van could barely make it up the hill, I forget who I even sold it to for $50.