August 11, 2017
7 years ago I was in a strange place. A crossroads created by smoke and mirrors. I was a Wildland firefighter for one of the best Departments in the World. I was playing a lot of hockey and got duped by a silver tongued devil in to thinking I had a chance to play some low level professional hockey. In doing so I took a Fire Season off. Family health issues arose and it became two fire seasons. Then three. Before I knew it, that was a different life and while I would not say it at the time….I would not go back again.
Somewhere in the time period of 2009/2010 I started playing guitar again, I started singing again, and I started writing again. I had stopped while I was a firefighter because the music became too dark, too sad, too depressing. That window to my soul scared me. Fortunately as I distanced from the career the old me started to resurface. The chops came back(a little), the voice came back, and more importantly my writing returned.
Last night marks the end of a chapter for me. That chapter involved Sacramento being my home no matter where my address on my bills stated.
Sacramento has played a huge role in my growth as a musician. I never gave in and did what it seemed popular. I always stayed true to myself and played the music I heard in my head. I feel that this community has helped shape me. It taught me to commit. This is the music I play. This is the art I create. This is me.
If you want to make art….fucking do it. Do not let some near sighted gear in the ever grinding machine of blood distract you from that. Do not let haters make you feel insignificant. They hate because they cannot do or because they do not have the courage to share their inner most feelings and creations with the world. Do not dwell on the negative.
Instead as artists I believe we need to understand that when the haters come out it means you are on to something. Create more! Stay true to yourself….this is your art.
Sacramento, I want to say Thank you for that!