A long time ago a baby boy was found by fishermen, washed up on the muddy, polluted, banks of the Naugatuck River. The Stokes family took him in and named him “Mat” but were to poor to give him a middle name or even a second “t”.
As a lad, he learned to play and busk it from a homeless man named Cliff on the streets of New Haven. Before long he was ready to strike out and seek his fortune in California and points West. Whiskey and dice games took him farther still.
After returning home to his ancestral Yankee home, Mat has continued to dazzle literally dozens of people at parties, clubs, burlesque shows, and countless other houses of ill repute. If you see him, buy him a drink and ask for a song.