I was born in Wyoming, with nothing to do. I lived there for years, with nothing to do. Eventually, my little brother was born, but there was still nothing to do. At the age of 10, I found something to do. I found my older brother’s old guitar sitting in the corner. I haven’t stopped playing it since.
Guitar was a way for me to escape a lot of things in my youth. As an adult, it allows me to absorb a lot of things. Where it once was a shield, it is now a conduit. I spent many years playing by myself, dreaming of making it big. Five years ago, I started a band and we had a lot of fun and played a lot of music. As all things, it had to come to an end.
So, for now, it’s just me. Me and my guitar and a crappy mic telling you a story or two. I will add more musicians when I can, but until then, it’s just me and you. Pull up a chair and give it a listen.
