Greg brings a completely unique element to the Mister Miyagi experience: he was actually old enough to get into Hollywood’s famous Whiskey-a-GoGo when the songs from the 70’s and 80’s were being played there live, for the first time.  He spent many a night as a roadie for local L.A. bands, and working at a record company in the daytime to earn enough dough for a Les Paul knock-off and law school tuition.  Figured if he didn’t “make it” he’d sue any bands that ripped off his lame tunes that he wrote and sang as he loaded their gear into their cars after the gig.

Well, like half of the people living in Seattle, Greg finally relocated from California to the Northwest for the excellent microbrews.  Over the years he’s seen both bands and microbrews come and go, so he decided to just get a damn band together.  With a few friends like Erinne Clark and Jesse Yao, and a few drunken nights he broke into the Seattle music scene playing some incredible venues, such as the Oak Harbor Navy Base Officers Club (remember Spinal Tap?) and the now-defunct Sparky’s.  Oh yeah, and the now-defunct Detour Tavern and . . . oh, there were others.  But like all bands, and end must come (you will be relieved to know that both of the drummers from that band are still alive).

Then life became ordinary, and Greg began spending time stealing Steve’s milk, drinking Pytor’s homemade vodka, and trying to figure out how to sue those bands from the 80’s who must have stolen one of his songs.  Then he got a desperate call.  When everything seemed hopeless, and Jesse thought his extensive investment in music gear was completely going to waste, he called Greg up as a last resort and he shouted “we’re getting the band back together!”  Greg’s life was saved.  Ah, such is the rollercoaster world of the Seattle cover band scene.  Oh, I could go on, but really – what’s the point . . .