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February Pisces
Year of the Snake

Hometown - Bakersfield, CA

I was born into a family of guitar players, singers, musicians, and music lovers. Started playing guitar when I was seven. Put it down for some inexplicable reason to play tenor sax for a couple of years. But then I picked up the guitar again at age 12. Took classical and flamenco lessons for three years, but my guitar teacher--the fabulous Tim Barnett--was a big metalhead. So I was nursed on a steady diet of Yngwie Malmsteen, Steve Vai, Kirk Hammett, Dave Mustaine, and the like. My first official band was a grungy, Alice In Chains ripoff called Subterfuge. After that, I played solo for many years. I am also currently in Bog Iron, a local Irish rock band. I've scored three movies in my career (short, independent films, including two of my own) and I'm always--ALWAYS--available for that kind of work.

My favorite guitar player is Chuck Berry.

My favorite band is Megadeth ("Peace Sells...But Who's Buying?" was the first tape--tape--I ever bought with my own money.) But I have an Emperor tattoo on my arm, because the Icon E is a better look on bare white flesh than Vic Rattlehead's ugly mug.

And my favorite color is sorrow.




Equipment

Jackson DR7 (seven string)
Yamaha Pacifica (six string)
Ovation Celebrity (acoustic)
Peavey Transtube Supreme 100w head
Peavey 412MS cabinet
Marshall MG412 (w/ creme tolex), used as an extension cab
BOSS ME-70 (multi-effects)
Boss Hyper Metal HM-3
DOD DFX94
Arion SFL-1

Live & Promo Shots

Me and my amazing wife, Beverly (aka, The Gothic Gourmet)

Me and my amazing wife, Beverly (aka, The Gothic Gourmet)

At the music video shoot for the Ghost Town Hangmen

At the music video shoot for the Ghost Town Hangmen

Bathed in the bronze glow of The End.

Bathed in the bronze glow of The End.

I roar. It happens.

I roar. It happens.

Rock, at a slant /

Rock, at a slant /

Patrick, dirging the dead at world's end.

Patrick, dirging the dead at world's end.

The last church for miles. We've no pastor here. Just empty pews, and a fallen cross.

The last church for miles. We've no pastor here. Just empty pews, and a fallen cross.

Begoggled.

Begoggled.

Draining the power from the nearest available source - a microphone.

Draining the power from the nearest available source - a microphone.

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