Born on the bayou in Upstate New York he was a prison guard at Sing-Sing by the age of 10. He picked up guitar as a way to pass the time while working lonely graveyard shifts on "the yard".
He is now one very capable humdinger of a guitar artiste, wielding his axe like a horse whip scene from an Indiana Jones flick, notes flying off the wood at breakneck speed, creating solo lines and phrases like no one within 2 feet of him. Not to end his accolades there, he also enjoys camel rides, cameos and the guts of boutique amps. Look for Marty in a theatre (alley) near you, and on stage with the Railbirdz.