I started playing bass in high school.   It has fewer strings than a guitar, so I figured it was easy.  And because it looked cool, it would make up for all my shortcomings.  That didn't quite work out.  One day I walked past a garage where some guys were jamming, including Mike Nurre.  The others were old geezers.  Ironically, I am now the same age as they were then.  I ended up joining the group and we played country in biker bars all over Delaware County.  I made enough money to quit my job at Hardee's.  After high school I joined the Air Force and went to England.  I got into British metal and underground and played in several bands over there.  When my tour was up I returned to Iowa, studied engineering, quit playing, and found work out of state.  I came back to Iowa in 1998 and joined a blues band.  I got fired from that band and right after, Mike and Pete asked me to join their latest garage band along with a singer Mike found.  Whatever, anything to help my pal Mike.   Wow, who knew?