Guitars my whole life. As a baby I had a guitar in my crib. A 4 rubberband blue plastic guitar. Eventually I was old enough to catch Jimi Hendrix on TV. I imeadiately smahed my favorite acoustic guitar. I was heart broken, crying all day long. As my mom put the broken guitar. On top of my dresser. I wasn't even tall enough to reach it. I've heard I'm not the only future guitar god to go through this.
Then at the age 12. I was a farm kid. My dad and I bought a Sears and Roebuck Sunburst Telecaster from a friend on another farm. In Flemington, Nj. I was obessed with Van Halen 1984. I would run home from school and watch them on TV. Reading the countless interveiws where Ed would talk about his clones. I promised myself I would never sound or look like him. I'd develope my own style by writing songs instead of learning covers.
I started practicing 4 hours a day with Doug Marks Metal Method Cassette lessons. My first amp was a Mosfet Marshall Stack. My dad was a great guy back then. I practiced myself right out of school. Dropping out in 10th grade. I got a GED and Immeadiately went to Guitar School in Minneapolis.
A car crash slowed everything down. All my friends were signing Record Contracts. I slipped into Boulder, Colorado. For a decade on the Road. Growing up on the streets of America. Traveling to both Coasts.
Finally coming to Austin in the winter of 2011. I got a gig to play #SXSW2012!! The Sky's the Limit. Follow Through and an Envitable Break into the Music Industry.
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I'm playing everyday again. Finding pick up gigs. Like the Local Pecan Festival at Maggie Mays on 6th street.
Come and see me. There'll be plenty to party with. Keep Austin Weird