It was a cold gray day in Connecticut when Mom asked if I wanted to learn a musical instrument. I told her that guitar would be cool, I was 10. Pop had an old Silvertone Archtop (no case) and Mom enrolled me in private guitar lessons at the Norwich Music Center. By age 15 I began performing with my two older brothers, Wayne on bass guitar and Todd on drums. Pop bought a sound system to help jumpstart the group. I remember our first gig well, a wedding reception for a close family friend. We played for free...
The '80's were a combination of Punk, Underground and Metal with
various bands and musicians. I still found the time to study classical
guitar with a local recording artist. On Christmas and Easter I
could be heard singing in the Senior Choir at Preston City
Congregational Church. By 21 I relocated to Florida returning
again to classical music in my college years finding the
instrument most challenging.
Most of the '90's were committed to a business career.
In '95 I married my best friend and soulmate Jeanie
and spent the following years raising 3 wonderful
children; Corey, Jason and Joshua. Marching band,
football and baseball filled these years and the
guitar recieved very little attention.
By the turn of the millenium I explored 2nd and 3rd
careers which lead me back to my musical roots. I had to
reinvent a playing style with countless rehersal hours mostly
learning to sing again.
To this day my brothers and I have lives filled with music. Wayne is a
music teacher in New York and Todd a drummer in a prominent Ct. rock group.
Mom still performs in church from time to time. My life has been blessed with
the gift of music and I am grateful for the many friends I have made along the
way. Ultimately, Mom, you are to blame and thanks Pop for tolerating everything
else throughout the years...