buffalobob

King George, VA, USA

I grew up in the projects just north of Boston. My Mom, although not a musician, was always listening to the latest music. My Dad was pretty much a virtuoso on a chromatic harmonica. If he could hear it in his head he could play it. My Dad somehow scored an old upright piano when I was six, and started sending me to piano lessons every week. So for years, every Saturday morning, I would walk to the brick houses side of town, crossing railroad tracks, to take piano lessons from "Mrs.Weeks" When I was around twelve years old, my Dad brought home an old Harmony guitar he had bought. I then started learning to play it, and became fascinated with folk music, especially protest songs. And thus, my journey began.....