Bio

Hometown:	Rhinebeck, N.Y.
School:	For Scandal
Employer:	Hell

Music. Where would we be without it? You know, "there is a house in New Orleans...they call the Rising Sun,,,He got spinal traction,,,Come together...over me."

"I remember when, I remember when I lost my mind,,,Even your emotions have an echo,,,Does this make me crazy...possibly. Who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are, ha ha, bless your soul."

"I cry, when Angels deserve to die."

"Ah, Mary, she'll bake you cookies then she'll burn your town,,,Ah, Mary, she's the beat of my heart, she's the shot of a gun,,,Call her a bully, she'll blow up you're whole damn playground."

And if it isn't music, it's thoroughbred racehorses. What a job I had then; working for Equibase, I had to update the course configurations in Europe. My first stop? Chantilly. Unlike the sameness that characterizes American oval tracks, Chantilly's racecourse is grass and clover...1 and 5/8 miles of undulating bends, graceful turns that wind through magnificent gardens and that long straight home.

It was the Prix de L'Arc de Triomphe, one of Europe's most prestigious races, and the 3 year-old Galileo...still undefeated, would be tested for the first time against older horses...Europe's best. Fantasic Light, entered after a year's rest and with no preps, was 19-1. I would have bet him at those odds even if he had three legs.

In deep stretch, Galileo and Rock of Gibralter were engaged in a furious drive that looked comical as Fantastic Light exploded from mid-pack and blew by them as if they were waiting for a train.

Now that's music.