Even as a child, I knew what I didn’t want. I didn’t want to wear red lipstick.
— Patti Smith

The South is in my blood.  My daddy was the son of Georgia dirt farmers.  Rumour has it a distant cousin was in the Bonnie & Clyde gang.  My mama is the daughter of a machinist who played fiddle, banjo, guitar and mandolin with his brothers in a juke-joint band in the back woods of Alabama.  He taught me to play guitar when I was about 12 years old and he played his Hank Williams records all the time.  His daddy was a sheriff in Alabama who was shot dead by a moonshiner.


My music is usually described as rootsy and melodic, but it's influenced by artists from Cole Porter to The Ramones.


I was raised in Northeast Florida on Cash, The Stones, The Monkees, and a capella shape-note congregational singing.  I studied classical piano for ten years, starting at age eight.  At thirteen, I saw Coal Miner's Daughter, got the soundtrack, and learned to sing and pick every song on it by heart.  Later in my teens, I discovered The Police and The Replacements.  Then punk got a hold of me and it hasn't let go since.  


I started writing my own songs and performing at pubs around Atlanta right around the time I graduated college there.  

Since then, I've put out three albums of original material, plus a Best Of compilation.  In the meantime, I've moved around from Atlanta to Tallahassee to LA.  In 2015, I moved back to Northeast Florida. 

A couple of years ago, a guy in a Starbucks came up to me and showed me his copy of my very first album, Boy Meets Girl, which was released on cassette in the '90s.  That was, uh, discomfiting.