So here's where you find out about the dude behind the microphone I suppose. As I sit here in this lovely coffee shop and contemplate where to begin, occasionally being distracted by women with an unusually disproportionate leg to skirt ratio, I find the caffeine is jump-starting my engine a bit. I was born in Poughkeepsie, NY to a very funky 1970's ex-patriot, jazz guitar playing dad, and physical therapist mom. Doubtlessly, of course, it was the mysterious musician look that lured her into this tall dark and scruffy mans life. One of my earliest musical memories is tapping on the bridge of his guitar and listening to the strings resonate out this beautiful subtle chord. He sold that guitar about 9 years later, but not before he gave me my first guitar lesson when I was about 8. (Try and imagine watching a kid attempting to tune a guitar for 3 hours) My grandfather, Harry Woods, was a famous Tin Pan Alley composer and people are still covering his music. He wrote songs like "Try a Little Tenderness", "Ooh What a Little Moonlight Can Do", and "Side by Side." The sentence "oh! Music must be in your genes!" has kind of been following me around for most of my life. Anyway, after about 4,000 days of constantly singing in my underwear around the house and beating on my little toy Casio keyboard, I picked up the viola in elementary school, and made it into the All County Orchestra. We rocked out the William Tell Overture, and then I dropped the viola and picked up the guitar. Drove everybody crazy while I played the same three blues licks over and over for three years, then finally learned some chords and got into the High School Jazz Band. I won a bunch of awards and stuff when the group went on competitions, but I also put together my first band and played some of my first gigs ever. That group was called Still Casting Shadows and we played completely bizarre jazz/funk stuff. Some of it was actually pretty cool in retrospect, and our bassist Yani was AWESOME. He listened to Screamo and then pumped out funky bass lines all day, which still doesn't make any damn sense. (weird right?) It was in that group that I wrote some of my first real songs. Well at least songs that attempted to make any sort of sense. Upon exiting that hormonal-schizophrenic-all-eyes-on-me place known as high school. I found myself in upstate New York taking all the music classes that I could, sometimes playing 3 gigs a night, tipping cows, and falling in and out of all different kinds of someone please help me get grounded love. Then, the big one, I got into Berklee College of Music for Jazz Composition. Long story short going to Berklee is the rough equivalent of being shot out of cannon, then magically waking up in Boston surrounded by the future Jack White, Quincy Jones, and Charlie Parkers' of the next 50 years of the music business. About 34.7 midnight to 5am soul searching walks later I sit before you here a graduated Songwriting Major, who knows enough about theory and arranging that I'm trying to forget some of it to free up space in my brain for a souffle recipe. I've also met, worked, and played with, some of the most talented, passionate, driven, and coolest people I may ever know. I put together a group called Birds in the Woods with the lovely Sue Buzzard, the ninja-like Tyreek Jackson, and the unquestionably soon to be famous as hell Massimo Buonanno, and we rode it as far as it could go. Now that the guys of BITW are scattered about the globe I'm recording a solo EP called Technicolor Costs Too Much, and am gunna take my shot at winning the hearts and minds of the world at large. Much Love to You, Yes. You specifically. You never know. I could be reading about you as we speak! (Too creepy to end with? Eh, hasn't stopped me yet) George