I started playing the piano at the tender age of six.  Or maybe it was eight.  I don't really remember.  I know I hated lessons though.  So, I quit and started playing the violin and the saxophone.  Imagine a 4’3” kid carting a violin, a Selmar Mark VII Tenor and a King Alto around with him.  It sure didn’t help my popularity issues.  Eventually, I quit those and tried my had at the cello, the classical guitar, the flute, the clarinet, the harmonica.  None really stuck, so I went back to the piano.  Only this time I resolved to play on my own terms — which meant no lessons.

Cut to college where a floormate kept coming into my room with his guitar.  I told him, “You want to come in, teach me how to play.”  He didn't, of course.  But that didn't stop me from teaching myself.

Now, many years later, I still play the guitar and the piano.  I was in a band for 30 seconds.  My style?  Good question.  Guitar: I call it Hyper Acoustic Folk.  Piano: somewhere between Pop and Easy Listening—but all songs are generally written in minor keys and played very aggressively.  And the classical voice training of my youth has paid off with a pretty significant range.  So I do it all.  The demo I cut is all me—except for the drums.  When god was handing out rhythm I must've been doing something else.