I landed in Canada on a BOAC jetliner from Scotland as a little kid. The first time I heard a Beatles song my mother was tossing carefully wrapped butter and sugar sandwiches out our apartment window for lunch. A blissful, singular moment. At the same time my friends were happily beating the British accent out of me.

My music resonates with contrasts in rhythm and feeling, unique progressions on found brilliance and fields of acoustic balance. Robust meanings and clear melodies comparable to the Kinks, Eels and the Flaming Lips. These songs capture weighty sonic highs and lows and reflect thoughts, emotions and the electrical pulse of the universe. An alloy of acoustic rock & alt. out there. Get the CD. Will gig on demand.

I don't consume much white sugar anymore, but I have found a way to reconcile my music with the words in my head. Its a symbiotic awakening dance. Write. Play. Sing. Don't forget the accent. Some people hear voices. I catch flying sandwiches of deeper meaning.