I was born on November 23, 1966; son to Thomas Euell Engle and Connie Houston.  Dad was a Presbyterian minister and Mom was an elementary school teacher.  I was fortunate enough to grow up in the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia on the Atlantic coast of the USA.  I remember just about all of it... childhood I mean. 
I was educated at a private secular school called Savannah Country Day School which pushed me mercilessly to achieve academically and provided ample opportunity to develop as a singer and musician.

I was singing as far back as I can recollect.  I sang on my first record and performed with the Savannah Symphony in the 5th grade.  I took piano lessons throughout elementary school, but found it most regimented and uninspiring until my teacher, Mrs. Meecham,
gave me a song that sounded like a tribal native american dance.  I remember smiling as she showed me the piece and mastered it quickly at home.  The first time I played it for her, she was most impressed at my quick tempo and adept fingers, but as a "proper-minded" piano instructor, sent me back to my scales; thus, sealing the fate that I would not play piano.

In 6th grade I got my hands on a trumpet which I played through 12th grade.  I actually became pretty solid on this instrument, and the SCDS Jazz Band was accomplished enough to be able to play at a fair amount of high profile gigs in my small hometown.  I still have my horn, but have forsaken it for the guitar. 
Being a singer, it's not so easy to accompany yourself on trumpet.  My Dad played guitar and I was always most taken with his ability to grab the attention of people with it.  The problem with learning how to play guitar as a child was that Dad's guitars had strings that cut into my fingers like rusty razor blades.  It wasn't until high school that I could buy my own guitar, a Fender Telecaster, and really make some progress at playing the damn thing.  To this day, I don't consider myself a guitar player.  I am a singer/songwriter.

I started playing in Rock bands in 9th grade. The first band was cleverly named FIRST CHOICE.  I was at the Crispy Chick chicken stand and saw the coffee machine sporting a Taster's Choice poster and I put it all together, "Taster's Choice" - "First Choice".  We played the Doobie Brother'
s, "China Grove" at the school fair to much acclaim and I was hooked.  10th grade found me spending the summer doing young people's theater with the "public school" kids and it turned me on to the fact that life was much bigger than my beloved alma mater, SCDS.  I learned of a couple of new bands that are hardly of note.  Bands such as U2, REM, The Dead Kennedys and the incredible Swimming Pool Q's.  They opened my vision and pointed out a new direction.  In 11th grade, I formed a band called The Vital Signs, and we proceeded to take over the local pub scene... playing 4 nights a week, four sets a night, Thurs-Sun.  The best aspect of this arrangement was that I was able to befriend all of the club owners in town and th
us; get in underage to see all of the live music that I could stand.  I was able to see The Swimming Pool Q's, Dream So Real, 10,000 Maniacs, Love Tractor, Jason and The Nashville Scorchers, Buddy Guy, John Hiatt, The Killer Whales, The Results, The Brains and The Jumper Cables.  Those were the days, boy... underage at the Night Flight Cafe... having all the Seniors at my high school turned away while I, as a Junior, looked on with a smile.  That's when I figured out I had to get the hell out of Georgia and try something else.  Continue on to the Boston Page.


Savannah, GA