Music for the Drinking Man

As a composer, lyricist, bass player, rhythm guitarist, vocalist, and connoisseur of gin-marinated olives, I lounge around the house trying to craft new songs and not bump into the furniture. The majority of songs produced by my cynical, finicky muse appear like ghosts in the night, rattle their chains, and slip back into the darkness. Sometimes I trip over the occasional love song; usually I pick myself up, dust myself off, and keep on going. I wouldn't recommend to anyone the life of a frustrated musician, but then again, I wouldn't trade it, either.

Do enjoy your visit here.