Whenever I had alone time as a kid, I spent it singing to an imaginary crowd while pretending to be one of my heroes. No matter how many times I was told "this is just a hobby", my dreams have only gotten bigger, and more vibrant. At the end of the day, we choose what defines us... and I won't be caught dead letting anything but my dreams be my story.
My earliest memories of music were listening to “Flight of Icarus” by Iron Maiden while still in the womb, so it's safe to say I got started down this path pretty early. I quickly became the friendly neighborhood nuisance, and never looked back. An old, wise drummer once told me, "beat 'em like they owe you money", and I'll be damned if I ever go back on that promise.