| My Life Story: |
Not too much to tell,
I was a metal head early in life when I found a Motley Crue tape in a car at the junkyard. After that the best laid plans of my parents went strait to hell. Gone were the days of country and oldies tunes. It was strait to the bad attitude, moehawk and skipping school to run with the bad crowd.
I landed my first gig as a singer an a fairly to moderatly shitty metal band in high school called Cellar Door. I loved that band, but I was asked to leave because I wasn't as interested in the work because I was a good 4 years younger than everyone else and just wanted to play a live show here and there.
After that I sorta went to school just to hang out and meet people, ya know, until I dropped out at 18. Then came my biggest ticket to fame with a band from Concussion. That band fucking ruled, aggresive, Slayer, speed driven metal band. Fucking Awesome!!! Those guys were awsome and we had a little sucsess. Played some bars, Keggars, Pig feeds, and two yearly throw downs in G-Town Minnesota. We even had a 93X show one time. Then drug use and bad attitudes broke that band up. Still one night we played a 3 hour set, drank some beer, smoked some dope, and I did some coke and signed a boob.
So years later, here I am. I grew up on Racing, Mopars, Judas Priest, Beer, Manowar, and A Chilton Manual. |
