Zephaniah Bostow grew up in the hill country of Southern Texas, spending his days in church and his nights at tent revivals. He clapped his hands to the beat and stomped his feet. He climbed the tallest tree in the state, won an award for it. Managed to swim all the way across Boerne Lake. Coming from a family of 15 children, a mother who devoted her life to her children, and a hard-working entrepreneurial father, Zephaniah experienced both hardship and great joy. The day that Zephaniah crossed Boerne Lake to discover the heavily wooded and long-forsaken other side, he set up camp and tried to make fire. While tangling in the brush in his search for suitable kindling, he found a guitar nestled by a tree. Still intact, strings taut and shimmering, he pulled it from the thorns. Had it been birthed from the tree? By some amazing feat of chance and unlikelihood, had the tree created this instrument? He never found out. But he tried to learn it’s ways, it’s language. He played simple melodies and tried to sing in time. Years later, after he swam back to civilization, he and one of his friends messed around with a four-track, improvising short songs with an ancient keyboard. And even later, he bought his first computer, and created strangely epic songs, complete with funky bass lines, effected drum kits, and electric piano! These experiences, of course, have been adapted into his songs. The final product is an amalgamation of rhythm, texture, and taste. Delicious! Zephaniah now resides in an 8X8 single room, eats Ramen noodles everyday, and reads too much about Abraham Lincoln.
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