I know... what's with "The Tank" thing?

In fourth grade, I was the fat kid who mowed down the kickball catcher to the harrowing cheers of my school mates.  My teacher named me "The Tank".  This was the same crochety old lady who told my Mom I talked too much during every parent conference.  "You're never going to get anywhere in life Tank if you keep talking so much...".  I feel it my duty to take this moment to tell my beloved Mrs. Levine... Suck it!

I'm the "husky" kid in 8th grade with the Metallica Ride the Lightning back patch on his ratty jean-jacket.  You've probably already met me.  I've been hanging around the Buzz studio for about 8 years.  Honestly no one really knows what I do here. 

Before the Buzz, I was a bartender, roofer, limo driver, photographer, pharmacy tech, plant salesman, DJ, photo store clerk, and professional ditch digger for the cable company, as well as many many other jobs.  Seriously, if it's a job, I've done it.  All along the way though, music has been my thing.  From Bill Withers & Public Enemy, Aerosmith to Tom Waits, Poison, The Roots, Pixies, and everything in between... I'm a total MUSIC NERD. 

So when the Buzz was looking for someone to host the Vinyl Vault, they tapped me; the closest thing to one of those filthy loner historian headphone kind of guys I use to see on the subway in my hometown of Philly (go Phillies!).

NO HATERS HERE.  Music has set the background to every one of my memories, hot cheese included.  Christmas 1986 - Joan Jett & The Blachearts Black Leather (the hottest cheese goin' - If you know the song, you know what I'm sayin').  My point is, every memory has a story, and every story has a song... so preach your roots.  Play YOUR music.