I was born in Santa Barbara, Ca on a sultry day in late June. The waves move faster on these warm days, and the music and the rhythm and vibrations of nature were resonating in my ears. The sounds, ever changing, but ever constant, have remained to this day. The way in which they manifest themselves constantly evolves, and this is the quest, this is the journey. To take what I hear and what I see and give them form, to be a conduit for the information, the truth outside and inside and back out again. As a youngster, all I had was a toy organ to communicate these sounds. I did my best to understand them, with a child's mind and a child's heart. But there were other means of understanding the vibrations of the universe. And this brought me to the world of physics. I studied at Berkeley and Chapel Hill. I worked as a researcher. I received my doctorate. I learned about strings, and the big bang, and the less esoteric Newtonian laws of inertia, and actions and reactions. I learned about the seemingly incomprehensible and mysterious quantum world that most accurately describes our universe, that something can be many things at once, up and down at the same time, and it seemed to make sense. I read the Tao of Physics. Things seemed to bring me back to the sounds I heard as a child. I bought a guitar in college and started playing casually. I learned a few chords. Every now and then, the rough sketch of a song would come to my head while I was playing. It was not until I finished my studies with physics that I started to "study" the guitar. I was teaching the children, first in Oakland, and then in New York city. In San Francisco, I studied with Robe Bogart; in New York, I studied jazz guitar with Fabrizzio Sotti. My teachers taught me new sounds and about spontaneity. My children taught me about heart. New York taught me about everything, but mostly about people .... New York is full of them. She also taught me about words .... people know how to use them there. And then back came the vibrations of the universe, but now they were more than sounds, they were emotions, they were lives, and they were words. They were songs, and I started to write them down. Some are realized, some aren't, and the struggle to understand continues. So I do what I can. I play out, and I play in, and I play with other people as much as I can, and I continue to write songs, and record the ones that I think are most realized. I also listen and try to learn from the masters... Miles Davis, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, John Coltrane, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, and many others. I teach myself other instruments, piano, harmonica. And I listen to the universe. It's all there. Even in crazy places like New York city, and Los Angeles, where I somehow happen to be living at the moment. So please, listen, and come back, and see if there is more to listen to. The music is influenced by many things, but mostly by the roots of American music, the blues, jazz, folk, and country, and in some strange way, my Italian heritage. And, of course, by the lives and hearts of those living on this planet, and maybe even on other planets way off somewhere in the universe.