“Hey Peter- Just heard you on the radio- sounding GREAT!!! Go get 'em man!!!”
-Pat Metheny, an excerpt via postcard.
First things first, I was born in
I started playing guitar when I was twelve. Music was a great soundscore to my salt-water reality. The Beatles "Revolver" album accented our summer of La Jolla Shores, Hendrix shook the resin fumed Basement Surfboard factory, (located in our Del Mar house's basement, what fire hazard?), and Crosby, Stills, and Nash's "Suite Judy Blue Eyes" filled the air on our porch as the first puffs of a September Santa Ana wind began their journey from the desert to the ocean. From underneath the pacific the magic and music of the Sixties was coming in loud and clear…
I strongly encourage you to read the rest of Peter’s story, of how he came to study with Pat Metheny, share the stage with Chic Corea and hundreds of others, astound jazz critic Leonard Feather, publish books of meticulous transcriptions of Charlie Parker, McCoy Tyner, Sonny Rollins, Chic Corea, and open a recording studio. AND be a father...and still find time to be one of the best surfers in San Diego.