About Me

I am a bass player currently residing in New York City.

Raised in the foothills of the Adirondacks, I draw my musical inspiration from my memories of growing up in rural upstate New York: My adolescence was shaped by countless hours of driving around with the windows down in my Volkswagen Fox, cranking local radio stations WEQX (The Real Alternative!) and PYX 106 (Albany’s only classic rock station!). When I found myself with $20 in my pocket, I would buy a lawn ticket to listen to whatever band was playing at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center: Chicago; Crosby Stills and Nash; Rush; Aerosmith; The Black Crowes; Lenny Kravitz; Neil Young.

These classic rock influences, along with the independent spirit that is nurtured in a rural environment, are the roots from which I draw my unique bass style and my approach to rhythm, melody, and harmony.

That style became even more profound after I moved to New York City in 2003.

Suffering with a broken foot that was the result of slipping off a boulder rock climbing hold a month before (remember what I said about that independent upstate spirit?!), my brother helped me hobble into Guitar Center. We hobbled out with a bass, an amp, and Mel Bay’s Book to the Blues. I immediately fell in love with the bass and began to take lessons from various professionals around NYC: John Carey, Conrad Korsch, Tony Conniff, and Mike Visceglia. I immersed myself in the energy of the city and the culture of live performance, seeing as many shows in as many clubs as I could. In 2004, I joined my first band, Killing Phantoms with my brother. Since then, I’ve played in many of New York’s finest (and plenty of not-so-fine) venues with many talented musicians.

I’m currently working on several rocking projects.

These days I’m fighting the injustice of the world with my on-going project of being the best kick-ass mom I can to an amazing daughter; teaching her about this big world we live in, and along the way the beautiful power music can have.

I’m also playing in my own original power-pop rock band, Slyboots. You can check them out here and keep updated on our upcoming shows.

I’d love to hear from you, so please feel free to contact me »

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Shows

Friday, March 1st, 2024, at 7:30pm

Feb 25, 2024 | Show

Playing with Slyboots Friday, March 1st, 2024, at TV EYE *Opening for Mother Feather and KAYE TV EYE 1647 Weirfield, Ridgewood, NY on the Bushwick Border near the L & M Trains Tickets here: Buy tickets to Mother Feather, Kaye, Slyboots in Ridgewood on March 1, 2024...

On My Mind

I’m in this book! – The White Label Promo Preservation Society Vol 2: More Flop Albums You Ought to Know. Sal Maida, Mitchell Cohen & Friends

Nov 7, 2023 | On My Mind

Heylo Bassers, My friend Sal Maida asked me to contribute to Volume 2 of The White Label Promo Preservation Society Vol 2: More Flop Albums You Ought to Know. Sal Maida, Mitchell Cohen & Friends. I am very thrilled and honored that he thought of me for another essay. My essay is on the band, Teardrop Explodes, and their debut album, Kilimanjaro. I would encourage you to buy the book because so many of the essays are really fun, interesting, and are a deep depth of knowledge. It’s truly an oral history by some really great and interesting writers. https://hozacrecords.bandcamp.com/merch/the-white-label-promo-preservation-society-book Here’s my essay, for all you bouncing babies: I’m not sure how it started, but I remember how it ended.  On a rooftop in Brooklyn, somewhere in Prospect Heights, and at a party for my roommate’s 25th birthday. We three were sitting on the far edge of the roof looking onto the Brooklyn/Manhattan skyline as the sun set, and the singer was standing, facing us. As the sun lowered the voices rose, and eventually we all were in complete darkness and silence. The line was drawn, and we went with the guitar player. The new incarnation (of almost the same band) continued when I lived in Williamsburg, on Maspeth Avenue right past the White Castle. I’d take the B43 bus to Greenpoint with my bass on my back headed to the guitar player’s apartment. We’d spend hours in his classic one-bedroom on Dupont Street hanging out with his Maine Coon, and coming up with cool guitar and bass parts that would later be formed into songs.  We started every...