I first picked up a friend’s guitar in 7th grade. Went to his house everyday for like 6 months trying to learn Dammit. Fell in love. All I did was wake up, play guitar, go to my friend’s houses, come home and eat, played guitar and slept with it in my bed. Now, at 35, I wish I could say I’ve grown and I’m more sophisticated now, but I still bring all my new toys to bed. I will never not love playing guitar and staying up til 5AM to finishing writing and recording a new song.












