I humbly admit that I toot my own horn, but only in the literal sense. I’m an amateur alto sax player taking lessons from a great performing pro who has played with the likes of Solomon Burke (may God rest his mighty soul), The Spinners, The Brian Setzer Orchestra, and The Psych! Band. (My motto after years of playing is: I suck less.) Currently on the music stand are Mingus's “Duke Ellington's Sound of Love” and “In the Wee Small Hours” by Dave Mann and Bob Hilliard.
I am also—and certainly not least—a single, divorced father and widower with full responsibility for a lovely, young adult daughter who’s now living in Italy and a cool drummer of a 21-year-old son who lives with me right now and works part-time. How I got to this point in my life is a story worthy of a slow blues (Skip James? Otis Rush?) Either that or it’s three C&W songs in one, if that’s more to your liking.
My editorial assistants and boon companions are Zora—a furry, black mixed(up) Persian—and Mingus—a tawny, striped American shorthair who keeps me on my toes (because he swats at them when he wants me to play.) I also call Zora my girlfriend because she’s soft, smells nice, dozes on my chest, and is very affectionate. But she won’t mind if you take her place because I think she’d really rather just sleep on the arm of the couch while I’m watching Mad Men. Plus, well…she’s a cat.
I’ve earned my crust of bread putting pen to paper and fingers to keyboard since I graduated from college back East, living first in San Francisco where I worked as an advertising copywriter and newspaper reporter and then moving to Los Angeles to work as a staff writer and news freelancer.
Before fatherhood and a steady editorial office job, I took some long solo trips to places such as Ireland, the U.K., France, and Italy to explore and write, and I then spent a bit of time traveling stateside and overseas for my former trade magazine editorial job.
Let’s see…. I practice my horn, lift free weights, and do crunches at home three times a week for muscle tone, stroll the quiet tree-lined streets in my Westside neighborhood to stretch my legs and take a break from writing and editing. I also ride my bike to grab a coffee or visit bookstores and record shops for destination recreation.
If you like music—either listening or playing, or both—travel, club dancing, reading on the couch side by side, rainy days, quality TV, movies, grabbing a microbrew or sipping pinot noir at The Westside Tavern, neck rubs and such, we could make our own beautiful music together.
June and Johnny. Cher and Sonny. Exene and John. Keely and Louis. Marge and Homer.
You and me?
Let’s duet. Let’s fall in love….