"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." - Willie Wonka
I started playing ukelele at age thirteen. At the time I also shared a room with my older brother. He told me that if I so much as touched his guitar he would kill me - so naturally that was the first thing I did when he left. It wasn't long before I'd transposed a song I'd written on the ukelele to the guitar. After a considerable amount of practice I decided to reveal this to my brother. I nonchalantly asked him if I could play something on his guitar and he obliged. His chin about hit the floor when he heard my chops. I could tell he was right on the line between impressed and upset. He kind of stuttered a little bit and finally chided, "Okay, you can play my guitar. But you have to ask me first!" From that point on my brother Jordan became my biggest fan. I continued playing for a little over a year before my parents decided it was time to get me some formal training. I dabbled in classical to start, but it was all over when I got my first taste of the blues. I wasn't a very diligent student (my practice usually began an hour before I was scheduled to go to my next lesson). My guitar teacher once told my Mom, "Your son is a musical freak of nature."
I started playing ukelele at age thirteen. At the time I also shared a room with my older brother. He told me that if I so much as touched his guitar he would kill me - so naturally that was the first thing I did when he left. It wasn't long before I'd transposed a song I'd written on the ukelele to the guitar. After a considerable amount of practice I decided to reveal this to my brother. I nonchalantly asked him if I could play something on his guitar and he obliged. His chin about hit the floor when he heard my chops. I could tell he was right on the line between impressed and upset. He kind of stuttered a little bit and finally chided, "Okay, you can play my guitar. But you have to ask me first!" From that point on my brother Jordan became my biggest fan. I continued playing for a little over a year before my parents decided it was time to get me some formal training. I dabbled in classical to start, but it was all over when I got my first taste of the blues. I wasn't a very diligent student (my practice usually began an hour before I was scheduled to go to my next lesson). My guitar teacher once told my Mom, "Your son is a musical freak of nature."
As a teenager I played in a group with my friends that came to be known as Sootable Roots. After I graduated from high school I spent some time playing lead guitar for Good Question, and then switched gears and began playing bass for a country western band, Westbound. I was kind of the kid in the group, I once got carded for ordering a glass of water after one of our sets. I had to drop the country band when I moved to Davis County. It was then I started singing lead for The Kismets. After some great live performances and creative song writing the band split and I went back to playing bass; this time for Brian Bingham. Currently I have taken a break from any serious commitments as I am battling cancer, but don't worry, the music never stops!