There is music in my family. My mother sang in the church choir, and her father played and taught a number of instruments. Listening to my brothers’ old 45’s, I would memorize the words to all the songs, but never had early aspirations to play musical instruments. It was the words I was most interested in, and I was writing poetry in grade school that Sister Robert Mary said was “a little different†for a good catholic boy. During the renaissance of music in the 60’s and early 70’s, I was most attracted to the softer folk music of Boston and Greenwich Village, but also enjoyed the likes of the Southern California bands and blues from the deep south. I didn’t get my first guitar until I was 17, and wrote my first song at maybe 18. College was a “study all day, play all night†affair. I formed a duet with long time friend Marc Mattix, and we hit the bars and coffee houses. (Eventually Marc taught me piano and violin, but he won’t admit to it.) After college, I got a real job and had a family, and music played a lesser role, although I continued to write songs. As the kids got older, I rekindled my taste for performing and produced a live CD, Woodinville Tracks, Live at Unity of Woodinville. A studio CD is in the works (where have you heard that before?). And Marc and I have come full circle to play together from time to time; you can hear him on some of the downloads from this site.
