Nine months after my conception, on June 19, 1993,
the skies parted and the oceans surged, for I was born. Some 12 years later, the urge came about to play the blues.
In my short few years of doing so, I've mastered (mastered, of course, being a relative term) the art of slide guitar, piedmont-style fingerpicking, and all-around manipulation of
the instrument to facilitate my musical tomfoolery.
"Paul had played before my set, playing guitar and singing old school deep blues, and displaying a natural talent and depth that one wouldnâ€™t expect to find in a 14-year-old. I have a cat older than Paul but theyâ€™re both old souls. It was a social and musical pleasure to play blues with Paul. He can tell a story with his voice and guitar, entertain a crowd, and show us where heâ€™s been and where heâ€™s going. Getting to know Paul, I find he has the same cynical sense of humor as most musicians I know, a frustration with online blues police who miss the point of the music, and thankfully, a confidence in himself to develop his talent. Keep your eye out for Paul." -Bob Margolin