Sometimes when we look back on our childhoods, there are occurrences that seemed perfectly normal at the time but upon further reflection, seem slightly off kilter yet still somehow retain their poetic nature. So there were the brown bag lunches in the caves of north eastern Iowa, learning to water ski on Twain’s Mississippi, singing as a family to entertainment deprived babushkas and wheelbarrelin’ root farmers behind the Iron Curtain, violin, tuba, piano, listening to ELO while obsessively playing video games, eating jell-o at swim meets in a pool made from 100 tons of WPA concrete, outrunning tornadoes in a van full of cashed up boy scouts, skateboarding as if we were in Southern California, Van Halen, AC/DC, Michael Jackson and ultimately pretending so hard, that the illusion actually became reality. I’ve seen and played a lot of music over the years and I’m still at it here in the Redwoods just outside of San Francisco, a city that has some amazing Mexican food and lots of hills and by the way, Australia is a great place to spend nearly a decade. The beaches go on forever and the people are always up to something and have a funny way of saying it. In conclusion, I love writing music and I hope you like listening to my music and look at the stars as much as possible. Some of them you see are actually dead. Funny about that.