About Joe

For my 21st birthday, a friend of mine gave me a stack of CD's . They had a blue front, and drawn on each one was a replication of the cover, or the artist, or something that pertained to the album at hand.

 After a long night of sitting in my room, listening to music, and trying to compose, I realized that the sun was about to ambush my personal time. I flipped through the folder of CD's, and pulled out John Fahey's "Requia" .

It taught me how to do my laundry, install vinyl siding, navigate orgies with ease and play guitar .  "Requiem For Mississippi John Hurt" beat up the Beatles and bested Bob Dylan in the music book of my life. 

Nine years later I moved to New Orleans