Somewhere around age 8, I had my first public performance singing Kenny Roger’s “The Gambler” with my younger brother Jim and guitarist-singer Kevin Gaudreau at the Crescent Yacht Club.  I continued my passion for singing as a member of several choruses in Middle School and High School.

Years later, having stopped singing during college, I became insanely jealous of my younger brother’s pursuit of a career in music.  Sometime around 1994 I headed to a local music store, where I bought my first guitar.  I asked brother Jim to teach me a thing or two on the old black Samick, which he found to be useful experience when it came time for him to teach elementary students their “Do Re Mi’s”.  The guitar was a fun way for me to pass the time with friends and yes... meet girls. 

My career as a television editor led me to Miami for a couple of years where I absorbed lots of Caribbean and Latin music, neither of which seem to have had any influence on any of my own songs.

Upon returning to Boston, my friend - bluesman Paul Prue, encouraged me to play the open mic he used to run.  One night, after months of procrastination, I overcame the fear, got up on the stage and played... with the backing support of none other than... my brother Jim. 

Have you noticed a pattern?

Needless to say, Jim’s been the driving force behind getting me to sing and play.  Thanks, Bro.

So here I am writing songs.  They might not change the world or even change anyone’s mind about anything.  But I sure hope they’ll make people feel something good.



Instruments:     Taylor 714ce & Ovation 1812 Standard Balladeer