I would like to share a few attributes and anecdotes . Peter had an adventuress spirit with many diverse interests. Musician , Master of Ceremonies , Photographer , Artist , He held a Captains Liscense , a Commercial Drivers Liscense ,Boat Builder , Sailor . He had a Deep Spiritual Side ,and a seemingly Photographic Memory, he could recall names and details of TV shows or old movies instanly. He was a Gambler and took chances. He had a sence of Culture and a real Generosity about him , and after meeting his parents, I realized where that came from. His family was on the cutting edge and Very Cool ! They had the first "RADAR RANGE" I had ever seen in the 60's, early on with a computer , making videos ,etc.,and lunches for us that seemed to go on daily God Bless You , Jim and Marwayne.
I think it seemed destiny for me to meet Pete. The first time I really only heard him. I was probably in the 9th grade and the first "45"record I ever bought was "Busy Body" by the "Dynamics". Shortly there after , I saw the band at the Grand Opening of Aurora Village, then just a strip mall.
Also at the Shoreline High School "Football Jamboree"
When we really first met , Pete came riding down a power line road on a horse. I was just out of high school , and Jerry Chinn and I had just rented a cabin on 8 acres, fondly known as "Doghill".It wasn't much longer after that I got drafted. Pete came to a small "good bye" Chineese dinner at my parents' house and brought his' Martin with him and launched into some Dylan-sk type tunes .I soon realized he was serenading my sister.
When I got back , Pete was gonna build a boat. Not just a boat , a yacht , a Schooner At the time he also had a one eyed little dog named "Seymore", who could find anything playing fetch .
Of the boat building years, some of my fondest memories were our "drum sessions". We had Bongos, Congas, African Talking Drums. Sometimes 8 or more of us would sit inside the newly finished hull and beat our brains out,. Often, fondly remembering a voice in the distance shouting, "Nock of the Dumm-Dumm" It became our calling, of course we did change locations back to "Dog Hill"
One time after a wind storm we went to where a large tree had come down . We were going to cut a nice long section out of the trunk (at least 4 feet long , to make a good size Conga type drum . We spent the day, taking turns, making two handsaw cuts at least 28" in diameter. We were exhausted, but it was gonna get dark soon , so we hurried to load it.
We came in Petes' little red VW bug. We flipped the front seats forward, and wrassled for a long time to get it into the back seat,using leverage bars ,wedges ,and blocks. Finally rolling into and taking up the whole back seat. We took a well deserved break, when after only a few minutes, we started seeing smoke coming from under the back seat. We freaked and had that thing out-a-there in seconds. Turned out the battery is under the back seat, and the weight pushed the seat springs down on to the terminals , making a direct short and sparking a fire in the seat stuffing ( literaly straw )
These were also the "Disco" years, a time when we wore out the "Overland Express", and Peter earned the name "Borg Volta" ( later shortened to just "Volta"),for his dancing skills.
Pete would have books by Gurus. When the "Fat Boy Guru" ( as he was nicknamed )came, we all went to see him , also Uri Geller ,the psychic.
We did our own psychic experiments. Ounce, sitting around a campfire,we tried some telepathy. Pete drew a small simple symbol on a piece of paper, and tried to send it . We tried to receive , and drew our interpretations on paper. I drew a lightning bolt shape , my brother drew a triangle , Peter had drawn a simple Christmas tree shape. Confirmation, at least close.
When the boat was launched ,many more adventures ensued. Pete wanted to go to the "Port Townsend Boat Festival" He had just got a new Radar, so we took off ( Pete ,Margaret, and I)from Eagle Harbor on a Fall afternoon. It turned dark and got realy foggy , no visability. We were just south of Point No Point. We started noticing a reflection of lights of the top of the fog bank,and thought, "that must be the lights of Port Townshend". After frantic checking and rechecking of the Radar , we realized it was something BIG comming right us! There appearring out of the fog was the "Princess Margaurite. We made a frantic turn across shipping lanes, just missing her. Another time ( same festival ) we Dropped the hook in the harbor and took the Whaler and rushed to shore to hit the pubs. Late, late that evening we made our way back to the Whaler to motor back where the boat was anchored. It wasn't there. Was it stolen ? We panicked , looked around, Spotted it ! There she was! Safely rafted alongside the 104' schooner "Adventuress". We surmised what had happened . She drug anchor on a rising tide and drifted into her . We quietly slipped on board to go to sleep and deal with it in the morning. Very early we heard a couple sharp nocks on the hatch. Pete slid it open and there all along the rail of "Adventuress" was maybe 25-30 people, some with cameras, They were ready to leave! We thanked'em and cut loose.
I would accompany Pete on many of his gigs. Once he was playin with Jeff Lowmeyer. Jeff was usually a solo guy and had many parts ( bass , drum machine,keyboards,etc. ) prerecorded.Sometimes hiring another musician for a better stage presence.After a break Pete asked "if I wanted to play a set ?" I laughed ! He encouraged me to do it. Next thing I knew, I was on stage faking it ! and into it! Afterwards a couple of people told me how great I sounded!
Pete was a social monster.
He was everybody's friend.
Many of my friends were met through Pete's circles.
He was a good friend to me.
He was like an older brother.
Peter had a persuasive power.
He could pierce your soul.
I was fortunate to know him.
GOD BLESS NIELS PETER BORG
"Volta" "Pockets" "Lucky Pierre" "Rogues Pierre" "The Borgwan"
No Body Held Court Better!
(Sorry ,no spellcheck)