I was born in Bellows Falls, Vermont- October 9th, 1955, back when ships were made of wood and men were made of steel.  That's not quite true, since my grandfather, Paul Moffitt worked as a steel worker in the shipyards in Bath, Maine during WWII.  He taught all his sons to weld early on, my father Gerald being one of them.

My earliest memories have a lot to do with the bright flashes, sounds, smells, fluctuating revolutions of the old engine-driven arc welders.  I did not learn to weld from my father, but taught myself much later.  Growing up in Bennington, Vermont, where I survived six years of Catholic school, I fantasized about being James Bond or a Hell's Angel.  I ate, drank and slept motorcycles- raced motocross here and overseas in the 70s.

Music was, and always will be, my sanctuary.  I play drums and recorded on several CDs and vinyl and toured in Europe through the early 90s.  I lived in Europe and moved to NYC in 1986, where I was 'til recently.  I now live upstate where I have a shop doing metal, wood, hide tattooing and several other distractions.

I have a son (Damien), a Pit-bull (Brick), and a drag-equipped Harley Davidson (used for purely for therapeutic purposes).