Chest Rockwell

Well, with my “Muscles for Hope” campaign far behind me now, I recently tossed out all of my photos and thank you letters from the various hospitals and sick children I visited and flexed for. Upon further consideration I decided to keep the phone numbers and revealing photographs of the many, many nurses and mothers who were more than willing to “thank” me for brightening their patient or child’s day, so I guess that dream isn’t totally gone. Anywho, the band I’m in, Five Minutes In, is still kicking some serious be-hind all over NWI and we are looking forward to playing some new venues this summer. My drum kit abilities have reached a level that I feel confident enough to begin playing it out at our shows soon, which will completely transform our sound, so when that goes down, believe me, you’ll know. Not because I told you, but because it’ll be what everybody’s talking about. Everywhere. And I know we’ve said this a MIL-lion times, but we are going to record some tracks here in the near future, and we will be letting everyone know about that. Besides that, I enjoy hanging with friends, lifting triangular weights and shooting the hoops. If you enjoy music, pal’n around, and laughing at all of the losers on “To Catch a Predator”, we probably have a lot in common, so “get at me”.