My Story
While I was technically born in 1991, my real story starts in 1980, when my dad—a working class rebel from north Philly—met my mom—a free-spirited hippie from uptown LA.
My folks in their younger days.
While neither one of them are in the running for any parent-of-the-year awards (and I’m talking, not even close!) one of the few things they did right was bring me up on good music. Both enjoyed rock ‘n’ roll, but had slightly different leanings.
My mom was more on the softer side of things. Think James Taylor, Simon & Garfunkel, Linda Ronstadt, and Fleetwood Mac. My dad, on the other hand, preferred an edgier sound more along the lines of Led Zeppelin, Guns ‘n’ Roses, Aerosmith, and ACDC.
In the great Beatles vs. Rolling Stones debate, my mom is Team Beatles and my dad is Team Stones. Where does that leave me? Torn between the two:
Sometimes, I quite literally feel like I’m two different people. There’s this sweet, feminine side to me that believes in peace, love, and acceptance. But then there’s this other side of me, what I call “the hard rock side,” that hates people and thinks the human race as whole should be extinguished. Which side of me you’ll get really just depends on the day.
For the longest time, I was conflicted about my dual personalities. However, now that I’m older, I see that they are not diametrically opposed at all; they’re intertwined components of the same core structure. A double helix.
The problem with music industry execs is that they have a tendency to box artists in by forcing them to choose a single style and stick with it forever. I hate that shit, which is why I decided to independently produce my own music. Nobody—no matter how big the label—is going to tell me what I can and cannot do.
As an artist, I value my freedom and independence above all else. For my listeners, this means you can expect variety in terms of the music I create. I believe complexity and versatility are virtues that should be embraced, and I hope these values come through in my work.