Remembering the past is like studying the layers of lacquer on an old bar where the pictures are half-hidden in a hazy glow.    Faces from all those dollar draft places seem kinda friendly and yellow ...  
 
  I grew up playing venues along the east coast of the Jersey shore up the northeast corridor and into NYC.  TBirds, Stone Pony, Brighton Bar, Downtown Cafe, Broadway Central, Corner Tavern, Silver Lining, Cricket Club (Irvington), Belmont Cafe, Speakeasy, Red Lion, Bowery, Sidewalk Cafe, Rodeo Bar, CBGB.
 
I woke up one February morning late last century, loaded the car, and drove down to Music City, USA: Nashvegas TN.  For a while I wrote songs on a pawnshop guitar, lived in a motel and played writers nights. Later I formed bands and recorded and chased ghosts on Music Row after hours. I played 3rd and Lindsley, 12th and Porter, The Ace Of Clubs, Guidos, The Broken Spoke, The Sutler, Douglas Corner, The Bluebird, The Gold Rush, The Boardwalk, and my favorite - Windows on the Cumberland. 
 
When I was young I wrote about trucks and trains and taillights.  Many rides later, I write about the life I see, sometimes hoping and other times despairing. Not long ago, but longer than it feels, life sent me back east and since then I’ve managed my existence in south Jersey - making music and getting paid.