Knowing absolutely nothing about music theory or actually giving a fuck about it- I bought my first synthesizer in 1990. I’d spent the 80’s engulfed in rage and Punk Rock and anything ‘alternative’. Influenced by Cabaret Voltaire, Clock DVA and Portion Control, I slowly started finding my tribe. Eventually starting my own record label (of sorts) and making friends with some amazing musicians.
I have been writing songs for 30 years and have learned a lot about what it means to be a musician. Listening to others creating stories has always fed my love for this craft. I still haven’t really bought into the need for said ‘theory’…. because an out of tune guitar- played by someone screaming lyrics about actually helping your fellow human will ALWAYS be better and sound better than any hippy trippy guitar solo laden track..
With that said, I have spent the last few years just composing…….all these songs…. I have been waiting for vocalists that I have worked with to pick something out of the volumes of songs to no avail.
The many varied reasons I write, create, compose, destroy, reimagine- have everything to do with a childhood that was mired in disease, disappointment, violence and neglect.
I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes when I was 4 years old. The moment that happened I remember as my very first memory. Although many have had and survived this disease…the doctors at this hospital decided to tell my undocumented parents that I would not live to see my twenties. I was aware enough to understand that I was given a death sentence. My parents were so poorly educated that they did not know how damaging all these conversations were.
Simply put I wasn’t supposed to make it…..
Dec 18th, 2020 was my 54th birthday and although the damage from the deadly disease has done a job on various parts of my body…. I stand strong and proud to have been given the opportunity to share my story, and my art, and my music.
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