tel: Ex 233
I grew up in the sleepy little town of Niagara-On-The-Lake, so when I reference Niagara, it’s not to be mistaken with the neon hell that is Niagara Falls (though I did work at the Maid of the Mist for one summer, and lets never speak of that again).
Being the oldest of three kids, I lacked the musical direction given to many of my peers by older brothers and sisters, and therefore was left to my own devices to discover what music was out there and why it mattered. The early years were spent sifting through my parent’s vinyl collection. I was drawn to and would generally pick out the “coolest” album art, and then toss those records on hoping that the music carried the same killer vibe the way the cover did. Bat Out Of Hell for was disappointing in this regard.
There were piano and sax lessons during this time. Piano was killed by my complete lack of attention (an instrument that must be played sitting down is not a good instrument for a hyper active kid. FYI) and the sax died quiet and lonely, as my music lust drew my eye line in another direction every time I walked into that music store for lessons. Eventually, it was a friends black Explorer style guitar that got me. It sucked me in like a black hole a million miles wide, and I let it take me in without a second thought.
I went to a high school in St. Catharines. Within two weeks, I was in my first band, and my new circle of friends were all musicians and music lovers. Because they lived in the “city” where homes with televisions could get basic cable, I was also finally exposed to the monster that was Much Music, as well as radio stations like 97.7 and 102.1, and live music viewing opportunities like the Hideout and the S.C.E.N.E. Music Fest.
This all fed the hunger for a long time. It wasn’t until the latter years that via the all too swift “guidance” of my high school Guidance Counselors did I decide to pursue the arts in another direction. With the accuracy of a Dollar Store GPS, they offered this beautiful insight into the direction of my post-secondary education: “Well, you have good grades in Drama. So you’re obviously going to Theatre School.”
Four years, thousands of dollars and a clown nose later (I actually did have to purchase and wear a clown nose, I shit you not), I landed in Toronto Proper after my educational sentence in Mississauga was completed, and after a brief stint back in Niagara. I acted professionally for almost 10 years, supplementing my income with 10 years of Food and Beverage as well. I had fun, and was decently successful at it. But every time I was in front of that camera “performing”, all I really wanted to be doing was playing music. Or at the very least, doing something that involved music since I was well aware that my guitar skills were not going to take me far.
Enter Indie Pool. If you want to know where the story goes from here, feel free to give me a ring anytime!