Born to classically trained musicians, Chris grew up in the rough and tumble Crestline Manor

district of Chicago's south side. Music kept him from the golf clubs and zip guns of local street

gangs such as the SBA, the Ma Beefy Boys, the Bogan Park Boys, and the 69th Street Loafers.

He developed his chops list

ening to the hot rhythm drivers of swing

like Gene Krupa, Buddy Rich, and Chick Webb.  His love of the

great bands of the swing era soon earned him the reputation as the

least sought after drummer in Chicago's rock and roll

neighborhoods.  Blues finally built the bridge to success in the world

of the low paying bar band circuit and he hooked up with

Voodoo Cadillac, a rag tag bunch of bio-medical researchers, electrical engineers and an

english literature professor.  Driving the band like a rented mule, he beats the boys into

submission by the end of every gig.  He is also the bands only real "looker". Sorry girls, he's taken.