Born in the first half of the last century, when steam locomotives and piston powered airplanes, steam engines, Howdy Doody, and Charlie Parker roamed the earth, I suffered a trauma with an open safety pin in infancy, and decided to play the saxophone as a professional musician. With hindsight, a lamentable decision. (Sorry Mom and Dad you were correct.) With a total disregard for logic, he plowed ahead at the age of ten and forced my folks to rent a clarinet for me. Then the saxophone at age 13. My fate was sealed. School bands, on to University of Colorado to stay away from Vietnam sorry folks, I still don't know what we were doing in that place.
(Besides fostering the Military Industrial complex...?)

Started gigging with an all-white Soul Band in Boulder in 1967. We were awfully lame. Undaunted by a lack of fame and fortune, I traveled to New York City in '71 to study with Lee Konitz, a jazz guy nobody's ever heard of. With his knowledge, I proved to the draft board (Local 13 in Englewood) that I was WAY too Looney Toons to be in the military they agreed with me. Started working with wacky Boulder bands like 'Fly and the Zippers' and 'Dusty Drapes and the Dusters'. Did a month-long tour of Europe in 1980 with bluesman Albert King.
Then 11years with Chris Daniels and the Kings. Chris took me straight to the Middle of the music business God Bless him. Now, I'm trying to testify heavily with the Buckner Funken Jazz Band. Plumb tickled to have the gig.
 

We soldier on with the 'Old' School Funk.