Used to be a professional drummer. After living many of my "dreams," I realized I couldn't actually make a living out of thrills, so I started a little audio production company that specialized in telephone "message-on-hold" programs. I still have that business today, but about ten years ago, I branched out into audio/video forensics, which involved traveling all over the country almost every day of the week, visiting crime scenes to collect surveillance footage, record statements, and prepare them for investigators/trials. It was during this time that I started to miss making music and I picked up my first ukulele. It was great for traveling and, having some previous experience with a guitar, I took to it right away. Shortly after, the economy farted and my work came to a screeching halt. However, being able to make music again restored my sense of purpose, cleared out my head, and enabled me to focus much more intensely on getting back to business. I am now on my way to full-time employment as an audio-visual technician for my local township.
Me with my first ukulele, a Junior Beatles model, in 1966. After Mom threw it down the stairs in a fit of rage, I became a drummer for life. At age 43, I bought my second uke...