In a vain attempt to impress strange women, I started messing around with guitars when I was 18. Then I married a woman who wasn’t impressed, and for 12 years didn’t get any better until 1990, when I came home from work one day and my wife was gone. So I bought a mandolin. Two weeks later I met Ronnie Monroe at Sadlack’s (the bar at the end of the universe), and two weeks after that I was playing in a band.

Eventually, Ronnie and I, along with 7 other crazed hippies, ended up in a band called Anonymous. We had some local success, but cocaine and alcohol (not mine) put an end to it after 2 years.

When I was in North Carolina I worked with The Salamanders, singing and playing mandolin, bouzouki, guitar, electric guitar, and very occasional violin. Here In Southern Maryland I’d been a mandolin slut for five years, playing with whoever would have me that night, but I met Krys Baker and now I’m one of the boys in her Baker’s Boys Band. Check us out on MySpace, or click the banner below for bios, songs, and gig dates at Krys’s home.

Come and see us! Here’s my gig calendar, for music as well as poetry.