The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music

So, I’ve written a e-book.

Having entertained the concept for years, and even supplied a number of questionable alternatives (“It is a piece of cake! Simply do 4 hours of interviews, discover another person to write down it, put your face on the duvet, and voila!”) I’ve determined to write down these tales simply as I’ve all the time executed, in my very own hand. The enjoyment that I’ve felt from chronicling these tales just isn’t in contrast to listening again to a music that I’ve recorded and may’t wait to share with the world, or studying a primitive journal entry from a stained pocket book, and even listening to my voice bounce between the Kiss posters on my wall as a baby. 

This actually doesn’t suggest that I am quitting my day job, however it does give me a spot to shed slightly mild on what it is prefer to be a child from Springfield, Virginia, strolling via life whereas dwelling out the loopy desires I had as younger musician. From hitting the highway with Scream at 18 years outdated, to my time in Nirvana and the Foo Fighters, jamming with Iggy Pop or enjoying on the Academy Awards or dancing with AC/DC and the Preservation Corridor Jazz Band, drumming for Tom Petty or assembly Sir Paul McCartney at Royal Albert Corridor, bedtime tales with Joan Jett or an opportunity assembly with Little Richard, to flying midway all over the world for one epic night time with my daughters…the listing goes on. I stay up for focusing the lens via which I see these reminiscences slightly sharper for you with a lot pleasure.