All I Wanted to Do Was Play the Guitar, and Then This Happened....

I had my first formal guitar lesson in 1972, in my hometown of Melbourne, Australia, when I was eight years old.

Since then, I've spoken to Ringo Starr (who gave me a poke in the chest while talking to me), shared photographs backstage with Ringo's fellow member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Ricky Nelson, and co-wrote and co-produced an album of songs with the multi-award-winning producer, musician, and songwriter, Preston Glass.

I wouldn't have had those opportunities had it not been for the people who've helped me navigate my musical journey, and who mean the most to me.
My family and friends.
I love music.
I love making it, I love hearing it, I love feeling it.
"Write it down."
I've heard that more than a few times from friends and family.
"Write a book, Joe."
So I'm giving it a go.
And I'd love to share with you some of the stories and events that have allowed me to make a living in music.
I'll bet some of the stories will bring a smile; a few may make you sad.
You'll also probably know some of my friends and family.
Maybe not personally, but they'll remind you of people who've helped shape your life, who have helped you realize your dream, as my friends and family have for me.
So, are you all set?
Good! Allow me the honor.
One...two...three...four!