My Story
Preface
I don't have major named credits, a hoard of industry contacts, nor a desire to get rich and/or famous from music. What I do have is passion, decent gear, fairly good ears, and a desire to do what I can to help you get the best from your music, as you want to hear it.
My Story
My love of music has saved my life several times. The first was getting me off "the streets" in my younger years, which my mother strongly supported and encouraged. After playing violin in orchestra, attending an academy of fine arts, the streets pulled me back... for a time.
In my early teenage years whilst on the way to the bottom of the gutter I experienced my first encounter with someone playing electric guitar live, right in front of me, and was hooked immediately. This led to a near compulsive disorder level of practice and an obsession with learning at least the basics on any noisy instrument I could get my hands on. Though I primarily focused on electric guitar, and I can't say I've ever been that great at it, it was all better than drugs and alcohol. Again, my mother fully supported my efforts by going well out of her way to tolerate it all while staying inspiring.
Some years later after building my bedroom studio, running sound for some live shows (battles of the bands, one off shows, that sort of thing), taking on some music theory with practical studies students, and various other "growing up" life tasks, my mother died, essentially in my arms. I lost all heart to play, almost the heart to even live for a while. Despite trying a number of times over the course of a year or three, the deep desire and feelings for music I once had just would not return. I ultimately sold most of my gear, twice, and did not seek music again until yet another tragic fate of life occurred.
My Divorce! Which was quite like another slow-motion death... and a rebirth all in one. Sometime after which, what started off as only wishing to rescue my old tape recordings by moving them into the digital age for safe keeping led me to picking up the guitar again and ultimately where I am now. Along the way of rekindling my passion for guitar and music, my best friend (my dog, Mivan) unintentionally broke finger joints in my fret hand. While awaiting ample recovery I took up learning to make, mix, and master music in the digital world which I have been doing the past number of years for myself and others, largely as a "ghost" behind the scenes.
Recently my best friend also passed along. He died right next to me, at home, in his "safe" place. I am still devastated, as if half my soul seems removed yet again. The anguish has been near unbearable though I promised him I'd keep going... I have and I will so my story continues.
My Story
Preface
I don't have major named credits, a hoard of industry contacts, nor a desire to get rich and/or famous from music. What I do have is passion, decent gear, fairly good ears, and a desire to do what I can to help you get the best from your music, as you want to hear it.
My Story
My love of music has saved my life several times. The first was getting me off "the streets" in my younger years, which my mother strongly supported and encouraged. After playing violin in orchestra, attending an academy of fine arts, the streets pulled me back... for a time.
In my early teenage years whilst on the way to the bottom of the gutter I experienced my first encounter with someone playing electric guitar live, right in front of me, and was hooked immediately. This led to a near compulsive disorder level of practice and an obsession with learning at least the basics on any noisy instrument I could get my hands on. Though I primarily focused on electric guitar, and I can't say I've ever been that great at it, it was all better than drugs and alcohol. Again, my mother fully supported my efforts by going well out of her way to tolerate it all while staying inspiring.
Some years later after building my bedroom studio, running sound for some live shows (battles of the bands, one off shows, that sort of thing), taking on some music theory with practical studies students, and various other "growing up" life tasks, my mother died, essentially in my arms. I lost all heart to play, almost the heart to even live for a while. Despite trying a number of times over the course of a year or three, the deep desire and feelings for music I once had just would not return. I ultimately sold most of my gear, twice, and did not seek music again until yet another tragic fate of life occurred.
My Divorce! Which was quite like another slow-motion death... and a rebirth all in one. Sometime after which, what started off as only wishing to rescue my old tape recordings by moving them into the digital age for safe keeping led me to picking up the guitar again and ultimately where I am now. Along the way of rekindling my passion for guitar and music, my best friend (my dog, Mivan) unintentionally broke finger joints in my fret hand. While awaiting ample recovery I took up learning to make, mix, and master music in the digital world which I have been doing the past number of years for myself and others, largely as a "ghost" behind the scenes.
Recently my best friend also passed along. He died right next to me, at home, in his "safe" place. I am still devastated, as if half my soul seems removed yet again. The anguish has been near unbearable though I promised him I'd keep going... I have and I will so my story continues.
