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I grew up in the swamps of Inverness, Florida---it's a sleepy little area that time forgot. There were alligators and cottonmouths in the backyard, preachers screaming hellfire in schools; my upbringing wasn't exactly luxurious. As a first-generation American, I don't come from a wealthy background. Believe me, I struggled.
At age 14, I discovered rock music: Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, REM. The guitar, in particular, fascinated me, and I checked out a guitar instruction book by Les Paul from the local public library. This obsession resulted in my convincing my parents to purchase a cheap $70 electric guitar for me, upon which I taught myself how to play. By senior year of high school, I'd become fully obsessed with the guitar and moved on from the popular rock of the time, instead learning all the guitar parts from "Appetite For Destruction," Queen, and Eddie Van Halen's early work.
I went through college and graduate school in Florida. Yet, every single day I felt torn between science and music.
Finally, after earning my degree, I accepted that music is what I must do. I drove from Florida to Seattle, with nothing but my guitars, a suitcase of clothes, and a head full of ridiculous notions. I wound up living with some meth manufacturers, got a job at the University of Washington, and proceeded to achieve nothing with a band called The Character Assassins. We went nowhere, but I spent countless hours studying songwriting (Mountain Goats, Whiskeytown, and Ween), and I began developing my talents in earnest.
Getting started as a musician was an intense struggle, but it always felt very right.
After a year of that insanity, I packed up and drove out to New York. By sheer luck, I wound up living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn---the heart of all that is indie (blech). Hell, I didn't even know what a hipster was until I moved to Williamsburg. But boy howdy, you've never seen such a fantastic group of oh-so-hip kids who can repeat Pitchfork reviews verbatim and recite David Lynch films without skipping a beat. It's rather funny how they wear their badges of uniquness, yet they ALL conform to each other.
Me? I was heavily into Mozart at the time, playing a bit of Halo (whose influence you can hear on my song "Amnesia"), and working on my shredding.
I got a job in a lab in Manhattan, and I fell in with the sophisticated evil of New York. And here we are: I'm releasing music with Soundstatues, and you're listening to it.
My intention is to create a world with my music, and I hope you can find a place in that world.