My dad was in a raucous garage band in the 60s called "The Rejects." They reunited for a few shows in the eighties. It was while operating the stage lights as a kid, with my brother, that I became convinced that I was going to do something with music in my life. Thanks to this early exposure, whether it was getting to meet folks like John Sebastian from the Loving Spoonful on a shared bill, to hearing my dad doing a wicked rendition of "Alley Oop," I was hooked. I started to peel through album after album, book after book... and I havent been the same since.
