As a kid you dream big dreams, about being an astronaut, about following in your dad’s footsteps of being a police officer, about being president. Now that I am an adult I reminisce back to those days and the most vivid recollections all seemingly revolve around music. Listening to Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder on my father’s AM radio in his Chevy Malibu brought back happy times of driving to Arthur Treacher’s to get a Crunch Dog. Dropping the needle of our Marantz 6300 turntable of my mom’s fresh copy of Hall and Oates Private Eyes for the first time just brought a richness of fidelity to my ears.
But I still remember the first day I got my own albums. My father used to get my sister new releases when they first came out, and when my dad bought me my first two new albums that were for me I was ecstatic. I open it up and one was Blondie’s Autoamerican and the other was Queen’s Live Killers. I played the hell out of those records. Yep my big dream early on was to work in some way with music.
I started my career early helping my friend out DJing school dances circa 1989 in Northern NY. From there I went to college at SUNY Canton where I DJed parties and had a time slot at the college radio station. I worked with outfits in Northern NY to provide mobile DJ services to a number of events. When I moved to the Washington DC area I picked up gigs at clubs like DC Live and The Ritz.
One of the great highlights of my career was my internships at WJJR in Rutland VT and later on at WPGC and WKYS in one of the biggest markets in the US in Washington DC.
I consider myself to be a very lucky child when it comes to my music background. I was exposed to a very wide range of music, from 50s and 60s rock from my dad, to 70s disco and R&B likings from my mom, while my sister rounded out with groups like Queen and Prince. I was exposed to a number of genres and sub-genres imaginable.