When puberty hit, so did the drumsticks. I discovered I had an easy time with learning instruments, and so it was that I hit the skins day and night, honing my skills and hoping to impress the girls. I can only imagine what it must have been like for my parents. Their obvious joy came as no surprise when I asked if I could try guitar next. I sold those drums to one of my best friends. We still occasionally play together to this day, though he has upgraded to a less cardboardy-sounding kit.
From drums to guitar to songwriting, the progression felt natural — or at least inevitable. Music had a way of filling the gaps that drawing and painting couldn't, something more immediate, more physical. Where visual art required you to step back from the canvas to see the whole, music surrounded you entirely. You couldn't escape it, and for someone who couldn't stop making things, that was exactly the point.
Over the years, I've played in bands, written songs across multiple genres, and made recordings that ranged from "surprisingly decent" to "probably shouldn't have left the studio." The pandemic changed all of that. With nowhere to go and no excuses left, I sat down and made something I was actually proud of — a solo collection called 735: :001. Songs written from the 90s to 2021, all performed and recorded during lockdown. A time capsule, the way tree rings are a time capsule for an old tree.
The music is out there now. I hope you'll give it a listen.
From drums to guitar to songwriting, the progression felt natural — or at least inevitable. Music had a way of filling the gaps that drawing and painting couldn't, something more immediate, more physical. Where visual art required you to step back from the canvas to see the whole, music surrounded you entirely. You couldn't escape it, and for someone who couldn't stop making things, that was exactly the point.
Over the years, I've played in bands, written songs across multiple genres, and made recordings that ranged from "surprisingly decent" to "probably shouldn't have left the studio." The pandemic changed all of that. With nowhere to go and no excuses left, I sat down and made something I was actually proud of — a solo collection called 735: :001. Songs written from the 90s to 2021, all performed and recorded during lockdown. A time capsule, the way tree rings are a time capsule for an old tree.
The music is out there now. I hope you'll give it a listen.