Growing up in the farm fields and woodlands of the Northeast, Tom spent his youth wandering around his share of wooded glades and haymows, finding lessons of kinship within the echoes of spirits past and present.

 

Inside his childhood home, familiar sounds the likes of John Denver, the Statler Brothers, and Willie Nelson scented the air.  Outside he found identity in the sounds and dappled shade of the trees; their branches bowing  low over the creek as he traced it toward the source.  Its simultaneous chattering and murmuring conversations across a stone-filled bed provided a soundtrack that guided him into adulthood.  

 

Those soundtracks of his youth still possess the power to capture memories or deliver him to them.  

 

Each day he uses these memories as a touchstone, reminding himself that during the moments we must walk a road we do not choose, we can keep with us a road we remember.  

 

When he is not playing music for himself or the masses, Tom can be found in his woodshop, floating on the water, photographing friends and clients, or spending time with his wife and their beautiful doghter Tallulah Jane.