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A strong singer from the east. Back from the dead After a long absence, absinthe and thought. Theaters and little clubs: did you miss me, do you remember me? Well, you've raised me, and thank you. Sometimes I'm solo, sometimes not. There are people all over the world. People to sing with and to, thank God. I write original songs. Here in western Massachusetts there's a vortex. It tears me apart, which puts me together. Cambridge was fun, California too. Hull's my ocean, New Orleans my neighborhood. Providence (RI) moved me here, where we meet again! My boots are bigger, mature and walking. Where'd my hair go?--into my boots. I'm a white Puerto Rican boy from New england, which isn't England at all. No matter who you are you'll walk away saying, "Oh yeh, that boy can sing!"