I blew my right hand up with dynamite when I was nine years old. It took the doctors over 120 stitches and a pin in my ring finger to put it back together. True story. About a year and a half later, I shattered the same wrist and broke my shoulder. It was a year after that when I began to play bass in a punk band.

Read the rest of my story here.


Let’s look for stars never seen before. I want to explore. I want to explore.

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Welcome to life beyond power chords where we address advanced topics for the professionally minded guitarist.


My Life As a National Guard Guitarist

As a sergeant in the 246th Army Band, I have gotten play for the soldiers and citizens of the United States for the past 10 years.

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