“I never intended to be a singer, I just wanted to be a side guy. I was in the band Sons of Roswell and the lead singer quit to start a family. I went to a studio in Green Hill and started messing with textures of sound. It needed a vocal, but no one was there, so I had to do it. I wasn’t a singer. My ear wasn’t adjusted, so I couldn’t tell if I was flat or sharp. A friend listened to every vocal I did and told me when I was off. I learned how to listen and went through chromatic scales with a tuner each time I sang. A lot of nights I sounded like shit and didn’t know how to fix it. Now I know how to hear pitches and change it on the fly. It helps my ear. I learned what songs I can’t sing back-to-back and how to warm vocals into songs. I also shouldn’t smoke, but I smoke.”
I promised myself that every year, I would go somewhere, experience something, or do something new
“I was riding my motorcycle through New Mexico when I hit a dust storm. For an hour and a half, the wind was so strong...







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