Chicago’s alternative jazz clubs in the early 70′s launched the careers of a few male vocalists. Charles Elton Cheese was not among them. When the scene fizzled in ’75, no mainstream bands had any desire for an avante garde scatman.
With a gig every night, and more drugs and women than he could possibly consume, life seemed almost too grand, but when the gigs and women dried up he was left with only stories, and needles. By 1976, Charles was living on the streets and eating from the dumpsters of the same clubs where only a year before he was a cult hero.