I guess my involvement with the family band started almost 34 years ago. Can't say I remember that first moment because I was still in my mother's womb. However, a good majority of my early memories revolve around the music and places my family played. On occasion, I would drive past a building and say that it looked oddly familiar even though I thought I had never been there. Mom or Dad would turn and say, "we used to play there back in the early 80's, you were just a little shaver back then.”
For years, I tagged along as an observer. As I got a little older I would carry in equipment; helping to set up and take things down for gigs. I was about 9 or 10 when I started playing an instrument. My parents put me in piano lessons so I would learn to read music. My first experience with an electric bass guitar happened in 1993. I was listening to the family practice for an upcoming gig and for some reason the bass piqued my interest so I started to play around with it. By the end of the night I received my first lesson and, not too long after, played my first gig with the family band. Along the way I have played piano, learned to play acoustic/electric guitar, the upright bass and started to dabble with the mandolin. I love to listen to any and all music I can get my hands on. You never know when inspiration is going to strike and I’ve found myself learning a lot from other genres of music.
It's been twenty-one years since that first bass lesson and I wouldn't have changed a single bit of it. I've had a lot of fun, spent a lot of time with my family, met a lot of wonderful people, traveled all over the east coast and parts of Canada, and had the opportunity to play with some great musicians.
I have a son, Liam, who also likes to listen and dance to the music we play. I am hoping he shows as much interest in our traditions as I did and maybe someday I’ll get the chance to watch him up on a stage somewhere.