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As biographies go, I should tell you about where and how I was raised in Mechanicsville, Virginia. I should tell you how I manifested my creative wild side while my parents were busy divorcing, working, and remarrying. I should explain the kinds of pop music I listened to, whether it was on the oldies stations or the same explosive jam stations that presented star-studded skate nights in my rural community rinks. It would be wise to mention a minor stint in musical theatre before picking up the guitar in those Big Apple college years, as well as discuss what eventually brought my C average up to an A when I found a voice to follow which eventually carried my heart and soul to the salty streets of San Diego. Itâ€™s a good story really, but itâ€™s been told time and time again and Iâ€™m about tired of answering questions about the mischievous psychic in central park. It turns out he was really just a homeless guy asking for a dollar and I accidentally shook his hand and began an eternal trip down hallucination lane. Since then it seems I havenâ€™t been able to come down from the cosmic absurdity that surrounds my song and chance. Whatâ€™s most important to this bio is the understanding that at the end of the day, despite my whereabouts and disposition, I always did it my way.