Using music to get through the rough periods in my life, I share with you, the listener - my latest works.

I must have been about a year old when my parents put a little squeeze box in my hands. One chord would sound when you opened the bellows ... and another when they closed. It probably drove my sisters insane hearing their little brother play with this noisy toy.

Later when I was about 7, I wanted to get into music - my folks sent me to the Ontario Conservatory of Music (in the Downsv...