New York in my blood, Cali in my heart, and music on my mind. If you like good music, open minds, personal space, delicious life and laughter...then what the hell are you waiting for...let's live.

I'm a film school drop out who's landed in post by day and swims in music by night. And searching for cheap patio furniture. That's hard.

Making those around me feel super spectacular. And important. And respected. And just damn good all over. While simultaneously completely and tastefully reducing those with problematic egos down to appropriate size.

Is my effervescent, magnetic personality. Or is that the last thing they notice. I don't know. I'm busy noticing things about them. Yeah, that's a good answer. I'm too interested in other people to notice what they see about me. Now I sound profound, yes? Ok. Good.

Music? All. Or most. If Stanton Moore or Alan Toussaint or Irma Thomas or Lee Dorsey or Tom Waits excite you, you'll excite me. A lot. A whole lot.

Bukowski. Vonnegut. Celine. Kerouac. Hunter Thompson. O'Rourke. And a few other impressive single names I can't recall.

Movies I love. Bad. Good. Otherwise. Theres a time and place for Jim Jarmusch as well as the Farrely Brothers.

HBO shows usually dominate what little tv I watch.

Air. Spanish olives. Cheese. Cadillacs. Music. Good, deep, mind blowing...yes.

...what it is I'm thinking about.

Is that I have nothing private to admit. Ask, and you'll know. This thing of ours is too fragile and fleeting to waste time on secrets.

...if live music turns you on. If life doesn't scare you. If you don't have to, but want to. And if you don't mind looking at the little things from time to time and embracing the moment.