Chris

Smartass. Second guessing. Shy. Cautious. Comfortable. Clean. I wasn't born in a state. I was born in a district. Politicians live there. I grew up in the first state south of the Mason Dixon line, but most people from there would rather be from above it. Summers were humid and swampy. Winters were cold and grey. One Xmas I got a Klutz harmonica in the key of C that came with a book and cassette tape that taught me how to play "Comin' Round the Mountain" and "Oh Susanna." I got bored playing just a mouth organ, so I stole my brother's guitar and figured out how to play along to the Eagles and the Beatles. Then I stole my brother's harmonica holder - the one that hangs the harmonica around your neck so that you can play the guitar too. So I figured out how to be a pretend folkie and played at the high school talent show. Tommy Kouyeas' band let me sit in too, so we smoked mother nature in his psychedelic barn with the horses and the chickens and played the Dead and AC/DC. Tommy eventually made me join choir class where I learned how to sing and read music. I'm pretty sure Mark and I were the only 'first tenors,' although I think I've hit puberty now and might be a second tenor. I've since bought my own guitar and harmonica. I learned how to fly airplanes before I could legally drink alcohol. Although they're scattered all about, friends and family are where it's at.