My dream was born in a basement….

Me in my own words.
Started out as most suburban kids do, playing a borrowed guitar in my bedroom to B.B. King blues records in my early teens (so little did I know of a future I’d have playing on the same stage with him so many years later), and dragging crappy Peavey amplifiers from one garage to the next learning how to play with others.  Everyone knows a loud drummer when he hears one.  After he’s heard one.

I’d even sing on occasion.

Started this thread (more an invitation to a self made biography) while on a plane to Portugal to start an armed forces tour for troops coming back from middle east conflict in 2008, and it went unfinished.  Why did it go unfinished?

More than likely because I never did like talking about myself.  Awards, accolades, praise, comments, ahh the parade around the art that I was always somewhat defiant about.  My dream was born in a basement…Continue Reading