Born May 1955, to Irish Catholic parents (and all that implies) in upstate New York. Has stumbled to the precipice of failure, through alcoholism, clinical depression, homelessness, institutionalization, two marriages, countless guitars and 700 cats in the last half century.
Plays in bad bar bands, records quirky solo CDs, thinks about God a lot. Very tall and thin, should stop smoking but won't. Maddeningly human and, surprisingly, still alive.