R u m o r s . . .
It all started for this SoCal-cowboy during class when my teacher, who just so happened to be in a band, brought his guitar to play for us. The class normally heard stories of touring and live shows from the horse’s mouth, but now the proof-in-the-pudding was being served. This was my first concert, and the first of many moments where I felt inherently connected to something. Following this experience, I asked everyone who had hands about selling me a guitar. After what seemed like forever, I was finally given one, and couldn't keep my hands off of it. That first day I got into trouble with every school official for my loud and fearless attempts to play it. This was the first step, and that’s all that mattered.

The tuning was reminiscent of alphabet soup, but I worked with what I had. By listening to Jimi Hendrix and other styles of classical guitar, I quickly defined a unique curriculum in which to teach myself to play, developing my own style as I learned. Incorporating the elements of artists such as Prince, Ani DiFranco, and Elvis Costello furthered my musical evolution. I was molded by what I appreciated in music itself, and that's the basis for what my music is today.

Fast forward three years and I have played everything from a UCLA frat-house roof to The House of Blues on the Sunset Strip. I even played a vintage store on its last night of business. All of these and the in-betweens were unforgettable. The question isn't what's next, but who wants to enjoy it with me. The number of fans and friends are steadily climbing, and I look forward to each experience that awaits me on this strange, but thrilling journey.