Starts in Canton, OH. It was the 80s. My parents owned a used record shop. I was my mom’s “out.” (Seriously. She got knocked up because she was over slingin’ vinyl.) Given my musical beginnings, it should come as no surprise, I was basically weened on The Beatles, David Bowie, and Talking Heads.
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Life was good. Nothing too crazy happened. My childhood was great.
Theater became a passion in middle school. I stayed with it through high school. I was either backstage or on-stage for all the performances at GlenOak while I was there.
Speech and debate was my other hobby. Between after-school practices and weekend tournaments, I stayed busy.
But not too busy. I still worked a part-time job.
College made me a Hoosier.
I graduated with a mouthful of a degree. (Communications and Culture with focuses in rhetoric and film, a minor in political science, and a certificate in small business management and entrepreneurship. See what I mean?)
After 21 years in the Great Lakes region – I ventured west for greener pastures (and bigger mountains).
I’ve been here ever since.
I spent my 20s waiting tables and bartending in ski towns. Work all winter and summer. Explore the world in spring and fall. It was a good run.
I filled a passport cover-to-cover and did my graduate work in “life.”
You learn a lot about people, the world, and yourself on the road.
But – as happens – it was time for something new and different. All my friends were getting married, starting families, and advancing their careers. But, not me. I was stuck in what one might call…
“a rut, a tranquil, nourishing, educational rut that had done him (me) little harm and much good, but a rut, nonetheless; his (my) wheel was stuck in a ditch of light, so to speak…”
And – that’s when I began building my creative career.