Normally people fill this space about how they were inspired by their first concert, a KISS action figure or all the pretty girls that followed Davey Jones around even though he only played the tambourine.

My story is closer to being sealed up inside a kick drum by my big brother and having to beat/play my way out of it.

It takes talent to swing a Bull Roarer (Aboriginal Weapon) over one's head in a recording session without hitting the $1000 microphones. No pressure.

If you want someone to fill up every 16th note in your tune, then you’re going to want to find someone else. If you are looking for the person who will do “what’s best for the song” no matter how sparse or how busy, then click the links to find out more!

On stage in Nashville, Bryan Duncan looked at me during the solo as if to say, "why aren't you soloing?" 

I looked at the shakers, looked back at him, shrugged my shoulders and did a dumb spinning dance move and said "That's my solo".

Matthew Burgess