A few years ago I did a little playing out, and became known as "the Banjo Man" at our local open mikes, mainly because no one else around here would play that "God-forsaken instrument." Played in a local band called (very aptly) the Chapter Eleven Band. We did a mixture of pop, Irish songs, sea chanteys, and drinking songs. We were pretty bad, but we had fun.

All of my stuff here is "older" stuff. Stuff I've had on tape for years, but never really shared. Even when I did play out, I rarely did any of my own stuff. Of course, most of the places where I played there was a Hockey game going on over my left shoulder. Every once in a while I'd get a great round of applause from the audience, only to find out it was because the Bruins scored a goal.

Below is copy of a 1993 Merrimack Valley Progressive, our local counter-culture rag, which ran an article about me and my music.