Daddy (fixer of things broken), husband, musician, geek, curmudgeon, junkyard dog, recovering perfectionist, runs with scissors, solder soldier, cat daddy.

Once upon a time, I was a young man who had hair; lots of hair and it wasn't at all gray. But alas, those days have gone and now I am left to ponder my fading, unruly locks which now seem to necessitate the use of a fedora or an extra hold sun block. Let it be known that I shall humbly, and with a rather large degree of self-deprecation adopt the new blues moniker Greythoven.

This summer's album cover.