During the mid-1980s vinyl LPs had become passe, the 45 RPM was in its death throes, and the sterile Compact Disc had made music collecting less exciting. As an art student and record store manager in the periphery of a declining music business, more a spectator than participant, I didn’t have the heart or skill to fulfill my lifelong desire to become a “serious” musician, mainly because I was an astute listener who knew when someone was posing and realized I’d probably end up just another phony. It was only after losing my mind and ending up on a locked ward at Creedmoor Psychiatric Center in Queens, NY, possibly for the rest of my life, did I realize I now had something to sing about.
Steeped in my father’s jazz musician roots and having closely studied my mom’s vast record collection, I believe the songs on this album truly convey the hard-won honesty of the blues with infectious melodies inspired by my childhood listening to 1970s AM radio, among other pop and rock and roll touchstones. While I will always see myself as more a professional painter who writes and records music, I have created a parallel life as a songwriter and recording artist. I love, and have grown accustomed to, building a song from a promising acoustic demo into a multi-tracked freak pop opus.
While in deluded states of grace I’d believed that I was saved by the artists who inspired me, ultimately I am saved by my own music. While synthesizing the sacred scrolls of Saints John and Paul, Elvises one and two, the Prince of Minneapolis and the many Black kings and queens of rhythm and blues, this album juxtaposes blues with a producer and melancholic pop.These are musical morsels chipped from the spinning licorice that is my new album Bubblegum Blues, to be released on September 11, 2026.
So, If you dig songs about the folly of war, weed, work and other cool and strange situations and sounds then break off a piece of ‘Bubblegum Blues’ and chew on this!
During the mid-1980s vinyl LPs had become passe, the 45 RPM was in its death throes, and the sterile Compact Disc had made music collecting less exciting. As an art student and record store manager in the periphery of a declining music business, more a spectator than participant, I didn’t have the heart or skill to fulfill my lifelong desire to become a “serious” musician, mainly because I was an astute listener who knew when someone was posing and realized I’d probably end up just another phony. It was only after losing my mind and ending up on a locked ward at Creedmoor Psychiatric Center in Queens, NY, possibly for the rest of my life, did I realize I now had something to sing about.
Steeped in my father’s jazz musician roots and having closely studied my mom’s vast record collection, I believe the songs on this album truly convey the hard-won honesty of the blues with infectious melodies inspired by my childhood listening to 1970s AM radio, among other pop and rock and roll touchstones. While I will always see myself as more a professional painter who writes and records music, I have created a parallel life as a songwriter and recording artist. I love, and have grown accustomed to, building a song from a promising acoustic demo into a multi-tracked freak pop opus.
While in deluded states of grace I’d believed that I was saved by the artists who inspired me, ultimately I am saved by my own music. While synthesizing the sacred scrolls of Saints John and Paul, Elvises one and two, the Prince of Minneapolis and the many Black kings and queens of rhythm and blues, this album juxtaposes blues with a producer and melancholic pop.These are musical morsels chipped from the spinning licorice that is my new album Bubblegum Blues, to be released on September 11, 2026.
So, If you dig songs about the folly of war, weed, work and other cool and strange situations and sounds then break off a piece of ‘Bubblegum Blues’ and chew on this!
