I was born in Parkersburg, West Virginia on March 30th, 1982.My Mother used to sing me to sleep with 70's folk songs.My Dad's Mom was a self-taught painter, pianist, singer, and a natural comic.The year before I was born, we inherited her antique piano.From the time I could hold my head up I had my teeny fingers on the keys.The sound of an out of tune upright still makes me warm.My mother used to work as a transcriptionist for a Medical Office. Some nights she brought her work home with her. The dictation machine was a tape deck with a small microphone attached. I learned how to press record and make the thing work. I used to disappear into my room and make up songs about whatever was pressing on my 5 year old mind.My brother Travis is a phenomenal piano player and music history buff. He used to write these funny songs about anything. He was a real influence for me. We recorded most of them. They are still around somewhere.My Grandpa just died of brain cancer. He was a hillbilly with real talent. He taught himself how to play the banjo, the guitar, the auto-harp, even the spoons. A true good ol boy. He loved bluegrass and hymns.My Grandma loved Kitty Wells.I've had three dads. One of them was a convict. The other two are still in my life. My biological father is a music lover. I give him credit for introducing me to some of the best singer/songwriters around.My other Dad is an entrepeneur with a golden heart and keen business sense. He spear-headed a campaign to get Johnnie Johnson into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He succeeded.What else is there to say but that I want nothing more than to write great songs.
By trial and error, I will write one or two. Hopefully more.....
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