About Me

I was born in 1946 on the day that marks the middle of the zodiacal year (which means I get along with everyone...though perhaps not very well).    

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I love kids, dogs, cats & women (but not mean people). I’m neurologically allergic to car horns. Those "security" devices which honk a car’s horn to confirm the locking and unlocking of its doors should be illegal. The world was too noisy before such devices became commonplace.

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In 1975, after thousands of nights spent playing for drunks, I got my Big Chance to record an album of original songs for Columbia Records. In spite of a generous production budget and some fine contributions from many talented people, the project was not successful (i.e., it did not make money). For a time, I blamed everyone else involved in the endeavor but I came to understand that it was only I, myself, who was responsible for its failure. I had neither the talent nor the drive to succeed in such a competitive environment. So in 1977, I went back to school (to learn something besides music) and, by 1981, had accepted a position with a Big Huge Company. It took me twenty two years to tunnel under the wall.

And it has only been rather recently that I have been able to re-listen to the album. Most of it still makes me cringe, but there are some stretches of wonderful music mixed in with the clutter. Of the ten songs on the album, I reckon four are worth revisiting, revising and re-recording. For now, all this will have to be done on my modest home recording setup: Pro Tools LE 6.9 and assorted accessories. But now, it’s a journey, not a destination. It's something I love to do.

Anyway (Album cut, 1975)  Movin' (Album cut, 1975)   Nobody Knows Me (Album cut, 1975)

For now, I have my life back.
If I die tomorrow, all I'd like anyone to know about me is that I'd never wanted to be anyone but me.


I would rattle on, but the Irish (my grandparents came through Ellis Island in 1914) have a well-grounded superstition that to talk about how well things have gone (and/or are going) is to invite disaster. The expression "knock on wood"  derives from that superstition, as in "knock on wood as you speak of  your good fortunes and great expectations...lest the Devil overhear you and turn things around!"