I'm horror obsessed. Around the age of 8 or 9 is when I earliest remember being subject to the genre. Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors and the original Friday the 13th are the first films I can recall watching. All thanks to the VHS tapes my grandmother had. It must have planted something in my still developing mind, because in the years that followed I found myself lured to the darker side of life, but it was only through films I knew of this sort of thing. Beetlejuice, the gothic noire of Burton's Batman films, Halloween '78 and Halloween II.
This naturally carried over into my teens, and helped fuel my discovery of subcultures. Lo and behold, that feeling when you realize you're not alone, and there exist others much like yourself smiling and laughing away those that don't understand your love for it all either. My world I know today really began to take shape with the discover of music that expressed topics I was in love with. I didn't care to get angry so much over politics or religion. Never have. It's all a headache to me outside very close circles. Instead, I wanted to hear about the monsters getting the girls, the dead rising, vampires living the full extent of nightlife. It'd be some time before I came to where I'm at today, though. Trials and tribulations through various bands and stylistic changes would take place. The older I've gotten, the more simpler I've gotten in my musical tastes. Where I once longed for complex guitar expression of sweep picking, arpeggios and the sounds of black, power and doom metal styles I began to regress and even grow... bored.
Enter the flirting with and eventual embracing of punk music. I'd listened to some here and there, but never truly thought of it seriously as a genre I'd play until the events leading up around 2006. Fiend Fest '06 with the Misfits, Adicts, UK Subs, Osaka Popstar and Juicehead really changed my life forever. The atmosphere, the fan reaction, the family type feelings you got from it all, the thrashy three and four chord rhythms, whoa-oh chants and singable choruses stuck. It was home for me. Simple as it was, it was me. The best thing being that there are no rules. I can take my classical music interests and apply them, and it can still be punk. I can bring in a choir piece I compose for an awesome breakdown, and it's still punk! Couple this with my psychobilly love and influence on how I approach the bass as an instrument when writing bass lines and it's all just so incredible. It's definitely the backbone of my music today, but I've never forgotten those heroes that got me into music in the first place.
So here I am today. 28, now in the single largest project I've probably ever undertaken musically with Truant, my horror punk band. I'm approaching three years single since vowing to not date until I'm really "struck" by someone, in case you're somewhat curious. That's a funny conversation in and of itself, mind you. I was struck that way over this time, but it didn't work out. Maybe in another universe of existence. But in this one... In this one I accept things as they are, and hence I have this joking relationship with the Phantom figure from Phantom of the Opera. I relate to a few of the Universal Monsters strongly, actually. But I use this one and sometimes Frankenstein to sort of romantically explain away my existence in a passive manner.
Each day that we continue along is but a part of a new chapter as stages in my life progress. I'd once thought I'd burn out like a comic book in story and live fast and die in an alley somewhere drunk and gutter punk'ing it. I've survived the 27 Club though, so I guess I've gotta stick around a bit longer and see how all this plays out. I'm tired of just waiting to see what happens. There's a few things I want to make happen. Will they play out? I don't know. It's not a perfect world, we can't always get what we want. I know this. I'm not asking for a lot, though. I want to be loved. A genuine love, like Christine had for her Phantom. It wasn't Stockholm Syndrome. Jack and Sally. Gomez and Morticia. Mavis and Johnny. That real Zing. The other bit is I want the world to know my music, and I want them to feel as I felt when composing it, to know that someone out there feels them, gets them, and is expressing them in ways they cannot for themselves. That's the service a musician provides, it's what we're here for. Nevermind the money, we're here to make you hear how emotions sound.
Anyway... That's more than enough from me. My longest profile description to date. Kinda reads like a Star Wars prologue. Ironically, it's May 4th, so you know. May the Fourth be with you and all that noise. If you've read this all, I appreciate your time. I hope you've learned something about me that you like, but even then, this is all still just scratching the surface of my character, but it's suffice for most basic interactions. Carpe noctem and sweet nightmares, friends.