Dreams die hard.


I've always believed in second chances. Even third and fourth. We only live once and it seems only just that in our lifetime we should be able to get more than few shots at getting things right. This is my forth shot with music. Dreams die hard.

Shot One was post-college when I went to Musicians Institute in L.A. instead of trying to get a job. I had been playing guitar since high school and loved it but knew I was no rock star in the making. I didn't party much, I hadn't gotten any girls pregnant, and during a battle of the bands my stage presence was compared that of a statue. Still, given my utter lack of interest in the 9-to-5 world, I opted to take my chances.

Shot Two was post-guitar school. I had moved back to the Bay Area and was living in Burlingame, just south of SF,  and working in my first semi-career-oriented day job. I was down, so down, but I was pulled from my hole of deep, dark soul searching thoughts when my friend Toby Germano asked my to join his new band. We were a good band but a new job about a year into the band gave me hope I'd never had that maybe I could be happy working 9-to-5.

Shot Three started in a hospital.  I was there because of a severe traumatic brain injury which had happened without a good story: I simply fell and hit my head hard enough to shatter a small part of the back of my skull and drive a bit or two of bone into my cerebellum. As I recovered, I found I could write songs more easily than before. It was like the crack in my skull was allowing ideas to find their way into the world more easily and as those ideas moved my hands hands across the guitar and pen across the page song after song took shape. Maybe this was it, the "break" I needed. I built a web site, recorded some albums, got started on a few videos, considered playing live but I also got married and had kids and decided I just could not roll the dice on rock. When the doctors game me the okay to return to full time work, I went back to 9 to 5. But like I said earlier about dreams dying hard...

Welcome to Shot Four.