The lyrics to “The Same Road” express the wanderlust of my early years.

After extended stays in Quetzaltenango, Guatemala; Montreal, Canada; and Madison, Wisconsin—I finally settled in Grass Valley, California, to raise my family of four.

I saw my first violinist in first grade at a school assembly. I ran home to tell my parents that I wanted to play the violin, and they quickly enrolled me in Suzuki classes.

The violin was my instrument all the way through high school. In my senior year I developed a crush on the guitar, which has stuck with me to today. I tried my hand at songwriting, but my early efforts were quickly (and mercifully) forgotten.

Since then my songwriting has changed course more than once. I’ve written funny songs, political songs, and sentimental songs. I’ve written about the agony of solitude, and the joy of human connection.

"My parents will never understand me, because they’re not my parents at all.  An alien came down to implant me into my mother’s womb, I’m pretty sure."

I’ve also written about aliens, the industrial revolution, homelessness, and climate change. Three CD’s under my belt (and one on the way), and I’ve yet to run out of topics.

I like many styles of music, but I’ve naturally gravitated toward folk and country. The former because of heroes like Bob Dylan and Steve Goodman. The latter because of the likes of Merle Haggard and Steve Earle. Other influences include Dan Hicks, (British rocker) Richard Thompson, (bluegrass star) Tony Rice, and Django Reinhardt/Stephane Grappelli (of Hot Club de France fame).

In other words, don’t try to nail me down. I’m all over the map.