Started as a drummer, switched to guitar and mandolin. At this time I’m playing electric mandolin, it’s a gas playing as the tuning is backwards from the guitar.

I play drums and sing. I am also the lyricist for my band. We are currently a 2 piece with me and my guitarist, he also sings. I’ve been a drummer since I was 13(20 years now, damn) but picked up singing out of necessity around 6 years back. Lyrics are just things I’ve always needed to write. If not for a song then they become “poems” that are just waiting for the right riff. As far as album covers, the first one to ever catch my eye was the Godsmack self titled album with the pierced up girl on the front. Or the Adema self titled that had a different rocker chick on the front. I got a type it seems.

All the above except paint. Been playing bass along along time.

As you already know, I play guitar. However, most of the music I have written was point-and-click midi stuff. Some of my best material was written by banging out a rhythm on a keyboard with not much thought about the notes. Then I look for random happy accidents and, like a sculptor, I will erase any bad notes and add notes as required. This method keeps me from falling into patterns limited to what my fingers are used to doing.

Regarding the, “Remember When…” topic, I was a free-range kid. Rarely did my parents know where I was. When I was 11, a couple of buddies and I took the subway to the CNE (Canadian National Exhibition) by ourselves without any parental instruction on how to get there. We stayed until closing time which was about 10 pm if I remember correctly.

We walked to school and back uphill both ways in bare feet on broken glass under 3 feet of snow without a helmet. On the few rare occasions when a parent would drive you to school, we made them drop us off where no one could see. Now there is no shame and parents in SUVs line up to pick up their kids.

I remember when we lived our days outside. As a courier, I delivered to residential neighbourhoods all the time and it’s like the Twilight Zone now. Even on the most beautiful days in the summer, it is rare to see kids playing outside anymore. It’s like a ghost town. (I’m talking about pre-covid when there was no excuse.)

My nephew rarely leaves the house. I once told him he should be outside getting high with his friends at a field party. He’s never been to a concert and he’s almost 20.

I have to go now to watch some clips of Dana Carvey as Grumpy Old Man.

Album cover Woodes Crystal ball.
Me- i draw, i write lyrics, i help produce music, play percussion, bit of piano,backing vocals, help with promotion material/ ideas for muso’s starting out. Father proffesional muso when he was alive. You guys know me anyway haha.