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.
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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".