My Story

When I was about nine years old, my brother and I got some little portable AM/FM radios for Christmas; mine was red and his was white. Those little radios opened up a whole new world to us - the world of music. We were constantly changing the channels listening to all different kinds of music. We lived in the Chicago area at the time and somehow as we scanned the stations we almost always landed on WLS or WCFL.

My interest in music sky-rocketd and my dad brought home an acoustic guitar for both my brother and I one summer day. I imagine he was hoping those guitars would keep us entertained for the summer, but little did he know they would entertain us for the rest of our lives.

I remember learning my first chords and learning some songs from a songbook. I learned three or four songs and performed them for my mom and dad. "Red River Valley", "God Didn't Make Little Green Apples", and "The Witchita Lineman" were a few of the first songs I played and sang.