The early years begin in Buffalo, NY 12/6/1973. Presently, that makes me 29 years old. My family moved to Connecticut shortly after I was born, but much of my heart still lies along I-90 near the Niagra river. Interestingly, more of my brother's heart lives along that river, despite the fact that he was born and raised in Fairfield county, CT.
I graduated from Wilton Public High School in 1992 and went off to a Small Liberal Arts College in New England. I earned a double major in Physics and Studio Arts from Wesleyan University. While I was busy killing the grass between these departments, I also received an important education from The Eclectic Society, the stories of which will be carefully leaked when my brother runs for President.
The present day has me in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the city that sleeps. Coincidently, also along I-90. I tend to create potholes on my way into nearby Allston and on up I-93 to the great North. As an expensive means to enjoy music, I restarted Sandbox Records, the gasping, dying life force of my former band. We have two 7" records out, one by the band Moveable, and the other by el toro. Chances are that neither of these names ring a bell, and that is chalked up to a nice thing to do for friends in my book.
The old band is dead. And now, the new band is dead as well. The Small Hours played throughout New England, in three of the six states. We played a brand of rock known to many as indie rock, and it never made us rock stars. The newest band is alive and well, although without me. Check out Thumbs Up. These guys fucking rock, and I'm lucky to have played with them.
I recently turned into an old man and brought home a young chocolate lab and learned how to fly fish. Whitling and cribbage can't be too far off.
Perhaps I will see you soon. If you've read this far, I probably know you. Maybe we should take in a ballgame at Fenway Park sometime.
Robert Mathews