I grew up in Portland, in a musical household, but did not discover bluegrass until early adulthood. My father tried to turn me onto it, but I had to make it look like it was my idea.
I teach bluegrass guitar, in Portland, and play in several local bands.
My first gig was at a bar in Gold Hill, OR, wherein my banjo playing roommate and I were paid in beer to play the same 4 songs for 3 hours. We spent the night in the tool shed of a retired Hell’s Angel. I don’t remember his name, but like to think that he remembers mine.
Since then, I’ve been committed to the pursuit of flatpicking and bluegrass music. I appreciate the myriad traditions inherent in the genre. Being a bluegrass enthusiast allows one to be a staunch traditionalist, or a vocal advocate for progress and change. On my best days, i like to think that I am both.