I was raised in the land of Camaros and Billy Joel. I now reside in the land of St. Anthony medallions and Manhattan Special. Astute geographers will note that these are technically the same land.

Don Johnson and Yasir Arafat notwithstanding, I have played guitar since before daily shaving was imperative. I have played piano for even longer. I have given up the organ. Ok that's a lie.

I once discovered a numerological pattern in the Divine Comedy which, unfortunately, had already been discovered. The department heads were unconvinced, but if I had independently discovered calculus, I would be no less certain of my greatness. So I remain foolishly undeterred.

Currently, I purport to have discovered the secrets of shred.

I have traded emails with Monte Widenius, but I am a horrible programmer. I am, however, an excellent recruiter. If you do something technical or financial, give us a call.

I once saved a small village from a mudslide with nothing but a Dunlop Jazz III and a Yoo-Hoo.

I play with words. I play with love. I can twist it around, baby that ain't enough. 'Cause girl, I'm gonna know if you're letting me in or letting me go. Don't lie when you're hurting inside, 'cause you can't escape my eyes.