going fishing...

Today I'll be castin' the net for googling landlubbers. Here I start to fulfill the homing-beacon part of my goals for this blog by making a long list of unrelated words that one might associate with me or my activities, either now or in the past.

Avast me mateys; here there be non-sequiturs : Arrg.

1971 Dodge Dart, spice rack, Gibson Les Paul, hat, mullet, pig-headed, musician, tenor, tenor buddy, San Diego, Zappa, sound guy, techie, Leatherman tool, Del Mar Fair, UNO, Jen & Matt, More Than Words, Little Shop Of Horrors, Tommy, Chamber Singers, Main Attraction, Main Distraction, upside down Fender logo, Telecaster, Bonita Vista, obsessive, brooding, sad, sullen, depressed, MacGyver, guitarist, singer, audio guy, light guy, Baby, aircraft, airplanes, aviation, Navy, military, Margo, Deborah Stein, Logan Luft, Julio, chief, Luimil Negron, Stretch, New Orleans, Bucktown, wireless mics, Papageorge, vw bus, vw camper, NTC Great Lakes, Lake Forrest, Carmel High School, Southwestern College, Pam, Cindy, Sue, Pet Kingdom, Ocean Beach, North Chicago, Youth group, Methodist Church, J street marina, Mattspew, Just Java, Fourply, Rhoades, pit band, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Stevie Ray Vaughn, recital hall, accompanist, audio gods, feedback, transcription, Bienville Hall, the quarter, hand grenades, Daiquiris, Opera scenes, and so on...

If none of these words mean anything to you, I release you from my net and cast thee away (I hope you find what you're looking for). If you were looking for me, here I am. Shoot me an email!