OK, this is the place where I'm supposed to tell you a bunch of junk about myself and welcome you to "my little cloud of cosmic dust in cyberspace," or some such nonsense. Well forget it. Just not in the mood...

In any event, if you happened to stumble in here because you are one of the people in the picture above, then I would love to hear from you. Even though you probably spit on me or pushed me down a flight of stairs back when we were in school together. It has been almost 30 years, and I forgive you. Sort of.

Anyway, here is some background for your files. I attended Key School from '71-'77 and got beat up by about half of the people in the class picture above, including Irit Tamir & Karen Finstein, who hit me over the head repeatedly with their violin cases (they took their violins out first so they wouldn't be damaged). In their defense, I have to say that they warned me first, but I still showed up after school for my beating anyway!

In 1977 I began attending the school next to Key, which was Frost Middle School. It is now called Eleanor Roosevelt, or some such nonsense. I got beat up there too, got into Dungeons and Dragons and Black Sabbath, made a wooden duck on a stick in shop class, and watched Steven Rabakoff throw a chair over the whole student body during lunch which hit Francis "Junior" Royal, his intended target, squarely in the eye from a distance of at least fifty feet.

I somehow made it through all of that alive, and entered Oak Park High School in 1980. I didn't get beat up so much anymore, because I hid in the school radio station and played stupid new wave songs that nobody listened to all day. Although WOPR is now the computer lab, it still lives on in my heart, and in my home where I keep all the records I stole from the station when I left.

In 1984, after 13 years spent in the Oak Park school system, I graduated and moved on to Michigan State University. I had a blast there and spent two years as a "No Preference" major, which pretty much says it all. In March of 1986, I saw an ad for Boston's Berklee College of Music in Rolling Stone magazine, and decided to transfer there and start over, rather than picking a major at MSU.

After 3.5 more years of wasting my parent's money, I finally bagged my Bachelor's degree and moved to Los Angeles. I got a job parking cars at a recording studio, and then got promoted to the graveyard shift janitorial position. I have been unstoppable ever since.

I currently live in Greensboro, NC with my long-suffering wife Karen, a variable number of cats, and 2,374,396 ants. My current job has something to do with saving the youth of America, or at least that's what they tell me...

P.S.--Oh yeah, in case you were wondering, Marilyn Carolyn was a ghost who was rumored to haunt the bathroom at Key school (it made more sense to me when I was five, too). She was supposed to jump out of the mirror and strangle you if you said her name 5 times in a row. Sound a bit far-fetched? Well don't act all smug. Like you've never believed in some equally crazy stuff for a minute of your life before!

Anyway, thanks for dropping by. It's been real. Be sure to head on back to the homepage and take a look around when you have a few hours to spare.