What do you do with feelings of confusion, anger & sadness after spending your teenage years in a house full of oppression,  physical and mental abuse all tied up in religious doctrine? It could have gone any number of ways.

Instead of turning to drugs and alcohol... music and art became the gateway drugs of escape for me.

Escape.
Healing.
The Endless Search For Joy. 

Even at a young age, I loved the way music bellowed through the speakers of my sister's home stereo. I loved the crackle of the the needle on vinyl albums. I loved the thump of the bass through the car speakers. 

I saw where I wanted to go in my mind and the journey began there. Anything artistic captivated me. Drawing with pencils and pens. Paints and colors. I felt the magic in the magic markers. And I heard songs in my head too... entire orchestras, wild rag-tag gypsy rock and roll.

Time goes by and I pick up the guitar. I was 18 years old now. I felt post punk coursing through my veins. Now I’m bashing the guitar into submission. I’m learning guitar chords and strumming rhythms. I’m hearing songs in my head that I knew I had to write… so I wrote the songs and painted the paintings. 

All these years later… I’m still doing this. 
With more passion and intensity now than ever before. 

Gigs became a platform to not only share my songs but to create a tangible expression of joy through chords, dynamics, lyrics and soul searching in a live setting.
 
I’d love for you to come along this journey with me. 
~Chris