“There’s an old saying that the optimist sees a glass half full, the pessimist sees it half empty. Everyday, things happen, good and bad. We all enjoy the good things. But the bad, the negative experiences, the hurt, the sorrow- how we react show what we’re really made of.”
At the young age of thirteen not only do I lose my father but also my best friend tragically dies in an accidental fire. In order to deal with the loss and massive hardship of immense grief that is thrust upon me in such a short time, I begin my deep love with music and writing. It is a way to get a grasp on life and all that it encompasses. I delve deeply into both. Trying to get thoughts and ideas from the lyrics that soak their way into my head, I pour out my thoughts onto paper. Sometime in the mid-90's I discover that there is some greatness of music emerging on the airwaves. Something creatively is exploding on the radio and in my writing. Another friend passes away and it hits me hard. My writing becomes dark and complicated while there are hints of brightness and humor intertwined. As I grow - and more experiences and life and death come into my life, my writing becomes scarce and sporadic. Now it comes in waves and urges and inspiration. The music in my life is pretty much the same as it was back in the day.