Where do I begin...Well I didn't begin till after my father died, what I mean is I was just going with the flow and doing what I thought I should do, what I had been taught and told to do. Go to school 'tick', get a degree 'tick', get a job 'tick', buy a house 'tick', buy another house 'tick',get married...well I didn't get to the marriage part yet...but that was the "Life Plan" I and many of us have been taught.

They say when you lose someone close to you, you really think about what's important to you in life. I can't speak for you but I can speak for me...

Yes I did! I did start to think about what was important to me. The funny thing is, I didn't even know I could write songs...until one day I was on a plane flying from one part of the country to another as part of my job, I was looking out the window at the clouds wondering "Is Heaven real? Is my dad there in those bright white fluffy clouds?"...and then I picked up a pen and turned to a new page in my notebook and wrote my first ever song "No Guns in Heaven"...and I've been writing ever since.