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Born in 1954 in Atlantic City N.J., I started playing guitar about 1972. As this was towards the end of the hippie era, I stayed busy chasing "fun" and exploring the outer edges of the galaxies. More then once I was out there dangling off the edge with just a couple toes holding me on to this side of whatever the hell this is. I'm not sure what the hell "that" was either. I never did play the guitar consistently enough to get a good handle on it, which is why I went into that explanation. I picked it back up about 6 or 7 years ago after giving it up entirely for many years.
I didn't really care all that much for music until I was exposed to the Blues via Canned Heat (Boogie with Canned Heat) way back around 1968. I moved here to Saint Petersburg Florida around 1990 or so from Atlantic City. There was no Blues scene in Atlantic City but here in west central Florida it's a Blues goldmine. I can literally go out to a club 7 nights a week and listen to live Blues. There are some really great players around here that motivate and inspire me. Music is the glue that holds my head together.
You can take my house, you can take my car, you can take my old lady. You can give me the blues, but you CAN'T take them away from me. <wink>
I mostly practice/play at home but I head out to the occasional Blues jam for the experience. Please excuse the quality of my recordings. I use a condenser mic into a cheap tube pre-amp and then into my laptop via a UCA202 USB interface. I don't really know how to mix, so what you hear is exactly what was played. It's a great learning tool. Recordings don't bullshit so I realize my work is amateur at best.