I grew up in Seattle. My parents were both singers (they met in a musical in college) and I have sung for as long as I can remember. Our family used to sing four-part harmony in the car on long trips. “Sentimental Journey” was beautiful. Wish I had a recording. Cars are great for singing!

When I was 17, I started playing guitar, and since I only had a book of chords, I had to write songs in order to play anything. So I did, and over the years, I’ve written about fifty or sixty songs.

At 24, I hitchhiked all over the West for six weeks, with nothing but a guitar, a book to read, and the clothes on my back. I never stuck my thumb out, just walked down the road until somebody pulled over and said, “Hey, can you play that thing?” That was the crucible — tough times, good stories, and learning how to sing as though my life depended on it, because it did.

For many years, I sang Christmas carols professionally with the Dickens Carolers. I had a Seattle band called the Killer Beets. We played rock and roll on the Chinese restaurant circuit. I’ve done singing telegrams in a chicken suit, and sung the national anthem at a Sonics game. In 1985 I released an LP on, yes, actual vinyl! A record store in SF (Groove Merchant) recently snapped up the last 30 copies. I’ve recorded two CDs, and I’m starting a third.

These days I can mostly be heard at house concerts, at the Bazaar Cafe in San Francisco, and in Steve Key’s songwriter showcases in San Luis Obispo County, If you’d like to be on my email list, please let me know through the contact page on this website.

If you like David Wilcox, Loudon Wainwright III, Greg Brown, Lyle Lovett, or the Barenaked Ladies, you’ll probably like me. My songs are philosophical, often funny, stories about life, love gone right and wrong, space travel, the beach and flying dreams. They are my way of opening my heart and showing myself to the world. All of the stories are true. Some actually happened.