Vonyse

So this is where someone, some masterful hired gun, would write some mesmerizing blurb about me and my music. You know, magically make you love me enough to support the music and buy a CD. But I wanted to do it. Why doesn't Facebook have an autobiography section, I digress. Any who, assuming you want to know, who am I? And what is this noise I'm making? You still reading? Well, I'm selfish, I don't write to impress people or make record sales. At least that's what I've been told. And what I tell myself when I'm trying to appease the people and it still comes out however it wants. Which I guess is fortunate and unfortunate for me. But it would be cool to be able to purchase a meal, with money made from honest soul searching and free self expression. I mean I can write a party song, but I'm not always partying. I could write for the radio, but I hardly listen to the radio. So I end up questioning life and waxing poetic about what I'm learning here in my, sometimes, self inflicted purgatory. Are you still with me? Cause, my biography used to read like a resume of sorts. It was supposed to dazzle you with all my accomplishments, which no one really reads anyway. I never liked that. I don’t really fit in a shell although I’m pretty nutty. I love, love, loved the 70’s, computers, music & movies (separate but especially combined), and design. Back in the day while studying design and film, I made a demo with my band at the time. Next I worked with a producer to make an EP. Years after that I used a 16 track digital recorder to rough out some songs for an album (thank you Heaven Bound Church). In the process of completing the album I learn a lot about Pro-tools. In recent years, I’ve gone back to school to study theory, which totally messed up my head with the technical info, but I’m clearing that up. I found the lessons from within what felt like shackles. Then converted from Pro-tools to Logic. And now I’m getting back to enjoying music. The rest is a mystery... Who am I? Are you still reading this? Thus far, I think I'm a lost soul among lost souls, grasping for meaning while learning to love. Wanting desperately to be recognized for the individual, I AM. The noise I make is testimony, confessional, mantra, cries for help and screams for joy. Longing desperately to be heard on my frequency, AS IS. At any given moment, I’m heavy with sin and full of love. Who I AM, is who I BE. Love it, or leave it.