I grew up in the dry salt plains of Bonneville, Nevada in the 1930's. Living wasn't easy in them days & I was sent to work in the cotton mines at the age of 11.
A chance meeting with the governor of Tallagh-west in 1944 afforded me the chance to cut my first compact 45 (renamed betamax after the vinyl meltdown debacle of 1945).
After several decades of success in the entertainment business I unhinged myself from the shackles of stardom and joined Duffy's circus on the Ireland's eye tour of '72.
I have recently retired to the green fields of Lusk to bask in the glorious harmonies of the Yamaha TZ 250 and the baritone prowess of the Subaru Impreza.