mother, do you think they'll like this song?

mother will they put me in the firing line? how the war comes to you when you are a bit more creative than most. seems the bombs thrown at you are harder and harder to survive as you grow old....then again it's all relative i suppose. we all live in our own little battles, some handle them better than others, just ask the homeless guy on lake street. sometimes i think he's doing a far better job than i at surviving what we call life. it only takes one guy to screw it up for the rest, just ask adam. i'm not too sure i wanna be that guy......this is the vintage revival.......

from the womb to the world

i can remember music from before i was born, somehow it's melodic sway found it's way into my blood. of course that's no surprise coming from a family of musicians, father, brothers many uncles and cousins versed in the art. i remember running around my room singing into a brush and playing mock guitar on my dad's epiphone les paul, memories. it wasn't until i was seven that i decided i needed to learn an instrument like my father and brothers. so into the drum world i ventured, a six year run in the world of the skin covered bowl. i seen the light, sweet six strings were singing my song. come to us, come to us! so like a lemming to the edge, i stepped over.... both feet at once, this is the vintage revival......

opening act

i was a simple three freter just twelve years ago, fumbling fingers throwing out god awful sounds. man how the world grows, twenty-four frets and twelve years later i look back at what i was and what i am, god is good. i still remember my first true concert experience opening for one of the greatest unknown bands in history, "the lost dogs". hands so wet you would have thought i was washing dishes. i am looking forward to the future, more challenges lie ahead but with the challenge comes the reward. i am music and this is the vintage revival..........