In 1972 when I first heard the band America and its debut album I knew I had to buy a guitar and start playing. Living just south of Indianapolis, I took a couple of lessons from a local hippie, learned a few chords and soon stated writing songs that were, well, simple and uninspiring. Throughout college, I played and wrote in my dorm room, then, in 1980, moved to San Diego, California. After I met my future wife in 1988, I stopped making music. (Since love was found, nothing to write about, right?) When she died 20 years later I picked up the guitar and starting writing again. It became my therapy and a passion. Soon after, I hit the San Diego open mic scene and, now, here we are. I've enjoyed the journey. I hope you enjoy my music.