The personal bio is something that has always eluded me. I’ve asked others to write one and I have written a few. They were all shameless attempts at self-promotion.  The fact remains, one must be written, so this my attempt.

That path to where I am began with early exposure to piano, guitar and barbershop music. My first recording session was at Six Flags, summer of 1988. ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ was way out of my vocal range, but the headphones were a perfect fit.

The next year I was in a real band. I played a Casio porta-sound through my uncle Dave’s Custom PA. By then I had my own microphone duct taped to a broken broom handle that was stabbed into a hay bale. I could adjust the height and the angle. My brother’s kit had an oil pan drum tied with binder twine and we rehearsed in the guitar player’s barn.  We performed in and around St. Louis, but Kennedy’s on The Landing was always the most favored venue.