I was raised by a monologue of musicians in a large-ish village on the outskirts of Stockport, England. For many years I believed that I had been abandoned outside the local high school where the music teachers had taken me in and raised me as one of their own… their first born no-less. My first few years were knocked clear from my memory when I was plunged down our staircase by my mother (at the time she had been wrestling with a hovering beast which hasn’t been seen since 1987) so I have little to say about them, actually absolutely nothing at all really.The day before I turned five my kid sister was born, which was a shock – shit man, I was five; I just thought mum was getting a little “fullerâ€.From the age of seven-ish the parental unit took it upon them selves to teach me their trade, channelling my music through a multitude of sins highlighted by the trombone and piano. Five years I sat through minuets, studies and scales (much easier on the piano than the trombone) and failed to get to grips…. It’s also a little difficult to get motivated to learn your grade 2 exam pieces on the piano when your six year old sister can play them without the music – and make them sound musical rather than notes strung together in a tortured reluctance. (Yup our kid is a musical genius)It was only at 12 that I found my musical vehicle… the guitar.Yeah, as clichéd as I risked becoming, I slipped to the dark side of non-classically accepted instrument and started strumming the six string.Blah Blah Blah, and bands, a ten year relationship, uni and some other stuff later, I took up the bass – I was bored okay.The bass being what it is, I went for a 5-string just to maintain a level of freedom that is lost on a 4 and also it allows for playing along with Stevie Wonder. So after a couple of weeks that was nailed and I was a bedroom bassist for a year until I joined Uncle Daddy, a covers band from East Stockport. One thing led to another and I ended up playing at Riffs guitar school.In autumn ’05 (that’s “fall†for the yanks) things got hectic, amongst a plethora of band politics and rehearsals I swiftly joined Vertigo Heights, then The Lava Beds, then left Vertigo Heights. Oh and bought a flat in Stockport. Since then my life has been a balancing act between day job, teaching, The Lava Beds, Uncle Daddy and a handful of other bands that I dep for.Once in a while I like to get an evening’s sleep - but only when I run out of things to do.
You Are 68% Evil
You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.
How Evil Are You?
You Are Animal
A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts.
You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary.
But you sure can beat a good drum.
"Kill! Kill!"
The Muppet Personality Test
