I was born and raised on a dairy farm in Rowan County, North Carolina. My dad was a B-24 pilot in WWII. He came back home to farm and my mother who was a math and science teacher. I had 2 brothers and 2 sisters, all of whom grew up reasonably sober and employed. (Raising kids is a crap shoot you know.) Our dad instilled in all of us a puritan work ethic and Christian values. He spared the rod by using his bare hand on our bottoms.
At about age 14 I got an old Kay guitar from Carter Music in Salisbury. I learned some chords and with a capo I could play most of the folk songs. When I went to college I acquired a banjo and an old violin and attempted to learn some blue grass tunes.
In 1982 after a failed business venture in the dairy business I tried performing for a livelihood, but it wasn’t much of a living. I met my lovely wife about that time. Marriage and the prospect of a future family sort of discouraged my frivolous musical pursuits.
About 22 years later when our two boys went away to college, I drug out the old instruments and started upgrading my equipment. Apparently, playing at Daveste’ Vineyards and some other venues inflated my ego enough to think I should have a website, so here I am.