The genes may come from Scotland; the roots are firmly planted in the rocky soil of Wyoming.
Tom Wilson grew up running around the badlands and mountainsides of the Bighorn Basin. It was
there he first learned that to really love and understand the country, you have to walk through it.
It was also there, at the tender age of eleven, that Tom took up his first instrument, the
euphonium/baritone horn. He chose the euphonium because of its beauty, rich sound, the way it
felt in his hands. That and the fact that he didn't tell his parents about the beginning band meeting,
and by the time they arrived, the baritone was the only thing left.
Despite this inauspicious beginning to Tom's musical career, things went just fine until college,
when Tom got into long-distance backpacking. Backpacking with a euphonium was no fun, and
something more portable was called for. About the same time, a deep-seated but long-dormant
love awoke for the music of Scotland and Ireland. These two seemingly unrelated urges collided, and
thus began Tom's adventures with the tin whistle. The world has been a sqeakier place ever since.
These days, Tom can often be found singing with little kids, trying to understand God, wandering
around the deserts, mountains, and trout streams of central Wyoming, and planting trees which
don't grow.
Tom lives, works, and plays in and around Lander, Wyoming, with his lovely wife Sarah, his goofy
but intrepid dog Rocky, and a cat which he refuses to claim until he sees conclusive evidence that it
has caught a mouse.
