My father was a practical man. Fashion meant absolutely nothing to him and less than nothing when it came to clothing his four children. Summertime meant us boys would all get our heads shaved, supposedly to prepare for the heat of the season, but in reality it was to get his money’s worth at the [...]

As my father's health began to rapidly fail a few years, I came home quite sad from visiting him one evening. I put the guitar on my lap and the harmonica on my lips,(neither instrument can I play) and I started expressing what came from the heart. Music is a wonderful way to express the [...]