Thanks for stopping at my website and for taking the time to ‘hear my confessions’.

I have been tuning pianos in New Orleans since 1973 or so. It’s hard to remember. I was about 23 or so and lived every day to its fullest. New Orleans was a great town to ‘live’ in. It still is but it got really whacked bad by a storm named Katrina.  

The French Quarter has always had an intense pull on me and well it should. I am a 4th generation French Quaterite. My father was an altar boy at the famous St. Louis Cathedral in 1919, when he was 10, during the great depression. He latter married my mom, lived in hearing range of ‘The Streetcar named Desire’ line, and gave birth to me and my sister. My infant strolls where to Jackson Square and Café duMonde. We later moved to ‘The Upper 9th Ward’ where my public service bus route was still “The Desire Line’. This line went up the same route as the famed streetcar and returned down another famous street… Bourbon Street. My dear mother had to constantly keep me from staring at the billboards and posters on the strip joints that lined Bourbon at that time. There are not as many as there were but there still are alot.  

I was constantly pulled to the Quarter and when I was old enough to drive I just naturally went there. The Quarter was really great during the late 60’s and the 70’s. It was the era of freedom and fun and New Orleans stepped up to the occasion. It seemed that we constantly had things happening. We had great music venues like ‘The Warehouse’ which had some of the greatest rock and roll acts of the era. In the mid to late 70’s, we had ‘Rosy’s Jazz Club' which had the greatest jazz acts of  that era. Both were my clients.

During these writings some names and events have been omitted to protect the innocent.