My most vivid memories revolve around music. I was a kid growing up with CD mixtapes — then playlists on iPods.
Listening, learning from my idols, falling in love, finding my way around heartbreak… All of it I learned how to do through music.
These are the kinds of songs I write.
This is the kind of music I make.
Familiar stories, heady rhythms, heartbeats, and nights spent alone drunk in bed… or with someone new.
We’re all just humans. We’re all just searching for love, and longing to be happy; doing the best we can with each new day.
We live and we learn, and we tell stories…
One day, it came to “Mommy, I need a guitar.”
I’m pretty sure that’s how the conversation went, or something along those lines.
To this day, I don’t know for sure why I wanted one. What I do know is that something told me I needed to start playing guitar, and my 8-year-old self didn’t question it.
I just did what any kid would do and went to mom for help. I’m a lot taller now, a little older, and my guitar collection has definitely grown up with me.
I’ve grown, and the music I make evolves from this.
So let’s rock.