After my memory was erased more than once by local law enforcement and mental health professionals, I was on YouTube looking at videos. This was a weird time in my life, I’m looking at myself in a music video, I have no idea why I’m in the video. All I knew was Mark the Geffen Records scout. I could remember anything about music. I went to my moms looking through my old bedroom and on top of the Wurlitzer Organ was a photo of me playing guitar. Probably 1990, I was playing a Cortez Model 870. I put the photo down, and pick it up again and I look at my fingers. I’m playing Jingle Bells but this is when I remember the photo, I’m telling my mom that I’m a rockstar at thirteen years old. In the photo I’m holding down all of the notes for Stone Temple Pilots ‘Plush’.
I haven’t been able to record new music. I can sing for a short time, my muscle memory starts fighting and I lose my vocal.
Anyway, I’m putting down a few photos here. Some are from Mainstream the others are from photos I took. I think it’s crazy, yes. But I want to actually prove it. That isn’t possible without preparation. Communication and later actually coming across those old music creation techniques that got me to that level.