I was born young, only an infant in fact. When I grew a bit older I got my hands on a harmonica, and I’ve been out and about making a racket ever since. I’ve been busking all up and down the East coast, and as far afield as Ireland, Rome, and Berlin, though I’m generally found busking ’round Carytown in Richmond, Virginia. So, yes, that dashing young fellow you saw, standing on the street corner, strumming the hell out of a beat up Martin, playing his harmonica and belting out an old country tune was probably me. I currently reside on the Northern Neck of Virginia not far from the Chesapeake Bay.