who is this guy?
I am a songwriter and musician from Aurora, Illinois.
I write loud folk songs.
I sing, play guitar, mandolin and bass.
I got me half a degree in vocal performance from St. Mary’s University of Mn. I wanted to be a fireman, English teacher and librarian in addition to musician at some point in my life. I never became any of these things.
Left to my own devices I’d sit very still, close my eyes and wish I was Paul Westerberg.
The standard bio is to say I played with _______ and _______, learned from masters ________ and shared stages with _________ and blah, blah, blah. I did some of that. It’s not interesting to me. The names I could drop have their own lives and accomplishments and I’m not willing to define myself by their success. I guess, to me, I’m not what I’ve done, but what I will do.
I prefer a more succinct snapshot of me:
I love mandolins and guitars, dogs, my mom, knives, all that time after midnight and before dawn, well written songs and better books. I love Aurora. Old buildings. Lenny Bruce, Steve Earle, and Blossom Dearie. I love pick up trucks and Miles Davis, John Steinbeck and Kate Hepburn. I like the way mechanical things work. I like the clavicle and the part on a woman between her ribs and hips. Polenta and calamari. Whisky, Ghost stories, yo-yos, hand made cigarettes, chess, Flannery O’Connor, and wood. Almost anything made out of wood. I thinks birds are great and wish my dogs didn’t hate birds so much. I never want to keep a bird, though; the great thing about them is that they make shitty pets.
It seems as though I have to add kitty cats, too. they’re better than I thought they were.
More than anything I love Jenny and Maddie.
Thanks to Teresa and Jeff and Mattely and Jay and RD and Chris and G&K and Justin and family and everybody else making me crazy or keeping me sane. I love you, too.