Brief Unauthorized Autobiography of a man named after Liberace
Lee was born south of the burly hills of Pittsburgh, inside the world’s first Cadbury egg, part of a secret government cross special genetic program to create the perfect soldier who never melts and gives the enemy severe hypoglycemia. Once the engineers drained the creamy center and Lee’s fetus out of the chocolate shell, they realized Lee wanted to be a lover, not a fighter so he was infiltrated into the regular populace with merely an especially high craving for chocolate, as a symbolic and constant re-birthing therapy. Lee could not be left sitting on a hot dashboard.
Lee lived in Indiana until he was 14, at which point his father changed jobs and he was plunged into a new world of suburban Philadelphia where large men on roadways sold soft pretzels hard enough to be used to protect the space shuttle on reentry and he discovered that if one ever crossed a picket line, as NFL substitute players did in 1987, be prepared to be hosed down, no matter the age or even if you’re in a wheelchair. Lee made it through high school and eventually puberty and went to Trenton State College which changed its name to The College of New Jersey, Lee postulated, when the president of the school drove down to Trenton one day and got carjacked when trying to buy apples. Lee graduated with honors in math, went to graduate school for two years for statistics in Iowa, then had a seismic spiritual seizure of sorts. He rediscovered his love of acting, repeatedly picked up parts in Des Moines Community theater. It saved his chocolately ass.
Two years later, Lee moved to San Francisco, where Lee wrote and directed his play for the SF Fringe Festival, the sound of the crowd reacting filling the alley he was pacing and convincing him directing was also in his blood. He also bought his first bike, owned a 1987 Honda Magna, the greatest motorcycle to ever get devoured by sea salt.
After five years, he had another spiritual earthquake, leading to a ten day Vipassana Buddhist retreat, saving his life and leading him to move to NYC. He spent the next eleven years semi-quietly honing his craft as an actor, writer, performer and director. He also intensifying his study of astrology along with yoga, dream analysis, anything he could get his hands on that could help him nurture what was becoming a deep spiritual longing to know himself and the realm in which he roams in this rental body, looking for what he refers to as the Grand Unifying Field Theory of Ohm.
After yet another spiritual upheaval, or dark night of the soul, when he found his birth parents with an ending no choose you own adventure book would include, he eventually moved to Los Angeles and kept on with the craft of acting, writing and buying Rufus, his Les Paul custom pro guitar which is featured in some of these pics.
Now in Nashville, he is and is rapidly approaching the event horizon of a life, evolving to the point where one day he will become a tweet, and then sound and then back inside a Cadbury egg, a solider of love, as only Donny Osmond could express in song.
Lee owns a 2012 Triumph Bonneville (motorcycle) named Sheila, riding to escape the grid and hear and feel the earth’s power grid, raw and unfiltered
He can sum himself up in about five thousand quotes so he’ll save them for the book.
Peace, love and all the healthy side effects.
