It's always weird for me to write band biographies. It seems rather pompous at times to call yourself the next big thing in music. I won't waste your time with all that marketing garbage. Instead, I'll bore you with my own biography.
At a young age, my folks thought I might have some talent in music. Unfortunately, I also had a knack for destroying things. My first guitar was an unfortunate victim of juvenile idiocy. I used to speak Vietnamese, but my speech was lost when I entered a small little Christian school in central New Jersey. I retained my ability to understand the language, but the words become more blurry and faint as the years pass.
Through a series of mishaps, I ended up leaving the North to end up here in Florida. It's rather warm here, and I like the people. They're much friendlier here in Jacksonville than in Union. I was labeled as the smart Asian kid in elementary school, and my social ineptness was painfully obvious. I had no friends, save for a few people who thought I was entertaining. Middle school was rather interesting, as I realized that liking girls was a socially-acceptable thing. After stumbling through that, I entered the world of high school. It was here where I discovered myself. I picked up the guitar one night, and was in a few bands after that. I've come to terms with the idea that we will all die alone. As I face kids, life, and the uncertainty of tomorrow, I open my heart to you.
For those that are familiar with me, this will be a departure from what you might expect. For everyone else, this is my diary. Enjoy.
If you'd like to book me for your next gig, contact me at [email protected]. MySpace mail is kind of hokey, you know?
