How did I get into music? It so happened that at the age of five I declared that I was destined to become a renowned pianist. But that goal was met with hostile resistance… My parents fresh out of the torments of war, had not totally recovered their sense of humor, and the dream was nipped in the bud. But that did not stop me from plotting an escape route from the newly realized oppressive environment that had clearly engaged in conflict against my creative drive, my pride and my obsessive nature. It is essentially when and where the first roots of rebellion took hold, so I picked the guitar and ran away with it. Needless to say, I met much trouble along that road… Fast forward to 67: I have discovered “Freak Out” and “We’re Only In It For The Money”, groove on Sgt. Pepper, SF Sorrow and Beck-Ola, play in my first band (we suck), act like I have been there done that, etc… I’m cool and you’re not... Fast forward a tad more: I didn’t know my life was about to be strewed across some military wasteland when I played that gig in 73 that would culminate in great reviews and a glimpse at a promising lifestyle in music. That probability would be lost to the nuance of patriotic duty, not without the help of some coyote humor. I survived. Then there were Paris, London, New York City and San Francisco, many bands, many paid and unpaid gigs, and many recording sessions with glorious unknowns, illustrious a-holes, as well as some of the best people I have ever worked with. There were loads of promises, expectations and dreams that were rarely met, but the way I see it, if I’m doing it, I’m already there. I’ve been at it and in it for a long time, and through the thick and the thin, I can honestly say that I have enjoyed each moment and learned immensely in the process. I trust you’ll find the links to the songs. Peace and love.