It’s no secret I loathe writing biographies – however short. But, turns out, people want them for some reason so here it goes. On a Winter night in 1971, in the thriving metropolis of Spokane, Washington, I was born. I’ve been giving my mother grey hair ever since. That’s the long and short of it. In the forty-or-so-years between then and now, I’ve been sort of busy. I’ve never been able to sit still very long unless sitting involves creativity.
Doesn’t matter if it’s playing drums, painting, drawing, singing, acting (in front of a mirror mostly), writing or telling stories, I have this belief that if you can do one thing within the realm of the Creative Arts, you can do any of them. After all, you’re telling a story – you just get more tools!
I’ve had the pleasure of keeping-time as a drummer for eight different bands. I’ve seen my artwork plastered on the sides of semi-trucks, featured in international publications and stocked on the shelves of Starbucks stores all over the world. I even owned a small gift shop for a spell. Between music, writing, design and now filmmaking; It’s been a hell of a ride.
The truth about having so many irons in the fire is that a watched pot never –
No. That’s not how that goes.
While there are many pots on the stove –
- Look, I have difficulty finishing projects. That’s what I’m trying to say.
Thank God for managers and producers.
Finished or not, I owe my ability to eek-out some sort of living putting my love for the arts to commercial use to a handful of mentors and teachers. And to all of those who have stomped their feet, rolled their eyes and pulled their hair out trying to develop the gifts and musings of a day-dreamer – I say, thank you!
And I’m sorry.