Larry sings and plays an Irish bodhran drum and kazoo. He also plays some whacky "wind" and percussion instruments.

Larry was a fifth-grade school teacher for thirty years. Now that he's retired he spends a lot of time traveling, learning languages like Icelandic and Slovenian, gardening, writing songs and poetry.

Here is a poem Larry wrote in 1996 about the musical saw.

The Sawplayer

He wedges the wooden handle between
His knees, clamps it tight. With his finger, thumb,
He bends an ess into the steel blade. Dumb
Metal, this old saw, made for quick clear clean
Partings, tuneless puffings. He makes it keen
Enough to set all teeth on edge, to plumb
The little bones in the ear, the ones some
Call hammer, anvil. Tools too. All unseen
They see what he saws, shiver in saline
Silence that trembles to a shaking drum
And leads the brain to listen. We become
Enthralled, chained to the chanting of the lean
Bow, certain that soon he will make it mean
What we always knew it would, what our numb
Hearts need, what we know now was missing from
Our lives, music half horsehair, half machine.
So we wait to watch his bent fingers bring
Bow to bent blade as he teaches it to sing.