Biography

Born. Got The Beatles 20 Mostest Bestest as a birthday gift in 6th grade…

It all began many moons ago. I squirreled away some coin from horrible odds jobs and manual labor and bought a south of the border Stratocaster guitar (the Mexican-made ones are cheaper).

I am left-handed and arrived at the guitar shop wanting a left-handed guitar. The wheelchair-rolling owner advised me to play a right-handed “gee-tar,” because I would be able to "shred with [my] powerful left hand.” So I did…

Riding home triumphantly on my 10-speed bike, with the guitar neck sticking out of the top of my backpack, the world seemed a little brighter.

Over the years, I taught myself to do what needed to be done: plucking, hitting, tickling, producing, recording, mixing. All musical tasks typically take place in my musty old basement, after all people and animals are fast asleep.