I grew up in Texas in the 80s and 90s; heard the siren songs of Waylon, Townes, Billy Joe, Kris, and the Scottish poetry of Stuart Adamson, which afflicted...
I grew up in Texas in the 80s and 90s; heard the siren songs of Waylon, Townes, Billy Joe, Kris, and the Scottish poetry of Stuart Adamson, which afflicted me with a love of music at an early age; lacking any vestige of a Puritan work ethic, I learned to play bass and lurked around the Arlington/Fort Worth punk rock scene with a few bands (Elysian Fields/Death Rabbis) until it became clear that fashion had usurped the music's message, and I turned in my Doc Martens; around this time I bought my first acoustic guitar and learned five chords, which I later discovered was two chords too many, but I figured if I ever decided to go into prog rock, I'm covered; after leaving Texas, I didn't play in a band, or solo, again until the outskirts of the new millennium, when I took on bass duties for an all-original blues-rock band (Kenny's New Car) in Orlando, Florida; in 2001, I got married and moved to Charlotte, NC:, in 2009, I released my first solo CD, Empty Chamber Grace, a collection of dark, gallows humor-infused tales heavily influenced by Townes Van Zandt, Brent Best, Tom Russell, Charles Bukowski, and Larry Brown.
