Thrust upon this mortal coil in a dazed and confused state it was not until the demise of the family piano such a cruel blow as it burned brightly on the bonfire one Nov 5th, that the door of fear and loathing that had been nailed firmly shut was torn from its hinges, all those fond memories as a child sat on his mothers knee striking those ivories while the family cat brushed contently around the legs of the piano stool were laid to waste.
At age of eight he bought his first guitar, a white plastic toy with red nylon strings that were very unforgiving,suddenly there was the realization that his peace lay on the path of music, the wanderings began. That was 1957 this is 2008 and the results of the journey so far.
The years between are another story, to be told on a dark night in good company along with copious amounts of love and dark substances. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.