So there I was. 2008. A MySpace girlfriend and a new name. Service weapon of choice: guitar and voice. MOS: Songwriter.
In 2009 I went to school for music. For three weeks. It was a tad shameful of an experience and I’ll leave it at that. Basically I didn’t want to be “just” a guitar player. I wanted moar.
Moar I got. Back in El Paso, and after I’d picked up my first audio interface, I started exploring the world of DAWs and Plug-ins. It was during these next two years I also studied up on small room acoustics, improved my singing and songwriting and released my first tracks (and picked up a little bjj). Kinda hated the El Paso though. I hadn’t lived two straight years anywhere since being kicked out of my house at 18. I was restless and wanted new opportunities. Hmm.. Where’s a wandering troubadour to go?
California. Again. More songs. More performances but this time it was different. I didn’t want to pay anyone to record me. I always loved production and dreamed of just releasing everything on my own. After debiting two more years from the Bank of Life I had a certificate from Berklee and a whole crapload of anxiety about what to do with it.
At this point it’s around 2013. For the past 12 years I’d been bouncing around trying to find due North. It wasn’t until working at a Sucky Ass music store and hearing some brostep that I knew where I was headed. Ah yes, those lovely wubs – as sweet as the violin’s siren so many years before. A sound, a signpost and the gateway to the future.