<p>&nbsp;It all started when I was 12 years old, my dad bought me my first guitar. It had one string, but I was thrilled to death. I knew I wanted to be in a band and I was determined to do whatever it took to learn how to play. I played my first gig in high school as a freshman, with my brother and friends. After that, I knew this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. When I graduated from high school I joined my first real professional band and actually got paid to play. After that, I joined several other top 40 bands, knowing my real passion was in heavy metal 80&rsquo;s hair bands. At that time, Motley Crew, Poison, Ratt, and so on were the big stars. My brother and I started a band called Leather Toys and Bad Gypsy that had a pretty successful run in the 80&rsquo;s. Then once Nirvana came out, we were done. In all my years of playing I never thought I would give up on my dream. I was tired and burnt out of playing music. Selling all my guitars and playing my last gig in 1995, I came to a dead end. 14 years later, my son Justin asked me if I could help him learn some songs from Guitar Hero on the guitar. I wasn&rsquo;t thrilled about it at first, but of course I was going to help my son. One thing led to another and I started picking up my guitar more and more everyday. I started writing music again, but this time it had a twist to it. As years went by and I grew older, my taste in music had changed. I still love rock, but I found myself playing easy listening, smooth jazz, Latin, and other types of music coming from within my soul. One year later, I&rsquo;m ready to drop my first solo CD entitled &ldquo;Listen&rdquo;. And I&rsquo;m finding my love for music all over again.</p>