Well, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Doug Moore. I’m a singer, songwriter, and somewhat of a guitar player. I’m also a handyman of sorts. I’ve done yard work, painted houses, worked in more than my share of factories, and have done a number of odd jobs over the years which, in turn, have provided me with lots and lots to write about.

Where was I born? It was a cold and gray Chicago morn. Yes, believe it or not, on January 22, 1960 I was born in Chicago. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Why would I list my age? Well, it’s simple really. I’m going to try my best to be honest with you. So, when I say something like, “I’ve been down more dead ends than a lab rat” you’ll believe me! I like to think that maybe Chicago is where I get my voodoo bone and my love of the Blues.

Ah, but where did I grow up?  That would be a little place called Beattyville in the Eastern Appalachian hills of Kentucky.  I lived in an area called Slabtown. It was nicknamed Slabtown because so many of the houses were built with rough cut sawmill lumber. Our house had a coal-burning heating stove that sat almost against the wall in the living room and the house had no running water. We did have a bathroom but we called it a toilet and it sat out back (and I mean way out back!) of the house.

Our house was small and with Daddy, Mommy, me, two brothers, and two sisters you could call it a crowded house. Nonetheless, it held a whole lot of love and laughter. You might say it was bigger on the inside than the outside! In the end, that’s really all that matters. I like to think that maybe Slabtown is where I get my love of  Country Music and old time Pentecostal Gospel.

Where did I grow up even more? In the late sixties and early seventies a lot of my uncles and cousins started returning home from the war in Vietnam. They were bringing albums and 8-track tapes back with them that included groups like Creedence Clearwater Revival, Steppenwolf, Three Dog Night, and many other bands with cool sounding names. I couldn’t get enough of it. I was like a sponge. IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA baby! I loved it all. I like to think that maybe Vietnam is where I get my love of Rock-n-Roll.

Well, that’s enough for now.  I hope you’ll listen to some of my music and enjoy it enough to share with others.



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