Tommy " Doc " Anderson left his hometown of Hammond, Minnesota at the tender young age of 11. He hopped freight trains and rode the rails across this great land of ours, writing such classics as " Hopping Trains" and "This Great Land of Ours." He eventually murdered a hobo, which caught the attention of the Department of Corrections ("Department of Corrections," hence, "Doc") . This landed him in Sing Sing on a manslaughter charge. There he wrote the classic,"Sing, Sing!" The governor was so moved by this song that he pardoned Doc with a writ of clemency.
Doc then drifted to New York City, where he became a street performer. He caught the attention of talent scout Albert Hammond, who was so impressed that Doc came from Hammond, that he signed him immediately. Then Hammond left him. Doc is still trying to find Hammond.
Doc became immensely popular, lived the life of the rich and famous, and then threw it all away.
Despondent, friendless, and lovelorn, he hit the rails again, eventually ending up in Tempe, Arizona. He donated plasma twice a week in order to save up enough money for the guitar that you now see him playing. Through his music, he hopes to one day make enough money to be able to donate money to an orphanage or some such charity. So remember, the more you pay, the more he can give!
As a final note, please don't ask Doc to play his old material; he no longer plays the old songs anymore, as they bring back too much pain.