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I come from Central Virginia, in the piedmont of the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains where most of my family still lives. I’ve traveled around some, gotten some schoolin’, lived in the Northern VA/DC area, Spain, New York City, on a sailboat for a few years, alit on glorious Peaks island off the coast of southern Maine for 12 years, and am now based just outside of Portland, ME.

Throughout my travels, my guitar has accompanied me over hill and dale, on planes, trains, automobiles and buses, to foreign lands, on the high seas. I’ve worn blue collars, white collars, no collars. 

Dealing with some serious health issues in the mysterious autoimmune realm a few years back helped me realize I’m on earth to sing. The road to healing has been transformative, and fun - though not always, especially in the beginning - and fascinating, and has precipitated a streaming flow of hope and percolating possibilities. Now I spend my life’s energy pursuing musical dreams centered around singing and connecting with audience.

What's my music like?

Patsy Cline, Peggy Lee and Willie Nelson threw a party.

John Prine, Nanci Griffith, Lucinda Williams and Gillian Welch were honored guests, all riding together and picking up Jerry Jeff, Steve Earle, Bonnie Raitt and Michelle Shocked on the way.

Emmylou & Dolly decorated while Linda dj'd for a while. The Carpenters showed up barefoot and a little tipsy; Sonny & Cher, Mac Davis and BJ Thomas had been there but left early.

Rosemary Clooney and both Fats's danced to the Aretha, Mavis, Billie & Etta LPs stacked on the stereo, while Willie Dixon played along on his upright and Satchmo circled 'round greeting & eating appetizers.

Dr. John arrived at the right place, at the right time in feathers and dark glasses.

The Carter Family played their tunes in a corner while Ray Charles, Julie London, Joe Cocker and Bessie Smith played cards in a back room, betting that Patty Griffin, Guy Clark, Lyle Lovett, and Dinah Washington would make an appearance before the night was over.

Tom Waits crashed around in the basement, coming up now and again when fried chicken was being served.

Everyone had a blast, and the party continues..