It was March 1st, 1959, a bouncing baby boy named Harold Barres’ hit the scene riding on what seemed like a hurricane into a world of turbulence. Abruptly leaving my birthplace in Los Angeles, Ca. ending up in Las Vegas, Nv. was a total blurr since at 3 years that was the last time that I saw or heard from my mother. I bounced from place to place until I was adopted in 1963 by a couple who could easily have been my grandparents and soon after taken to a small town in Louisiana, where I grew up.

I was never able fit in with the “ambiance” of this place, so after graduating high school, (still bouncin’) I enlisted in the United States Air Force where I was privileged to see most of the world. After one tour of duty, i eventually went back to Las Vegas where (bouncy bouncy) I worked at various things, both legal and “questionable.”  Then, through some twist of fate, I got into trucking. This opened up a pathway towards clarity for me. Besides making a good living, this job gave the peace and solitude I needed to explore possibilities, such as singing, which is my passion, and to gain revelations about myself, so that I could ultimately find peace. I must say that trucking played an integral part in saving my life as I understand it.