So about me… I was born at an early age in Fort Worth, TX. When I was five I wanted to take piano lessons to learn the song “Chariots of Fire.” You know, duh nuh nuh nah nuh nuh… inspired to go running? Me too... so I learned some piano, played soccer, chased girls that ignored me, and sang in the “good, but ever-so-nerdy” Texas Boys Choir.When my voice started cracking uncontrollably, they kicked me out. (You mean that’s NOT pretty?) So I picked up my Dad’s old Gibson guitar, learned a few chords, and started writing songs… some of which were so bad I laugh (and cry) hysterically when I hear them again. (Why did I ever put that on a CD???)I formed a high school band whose first gig was around my neighbor’s pool. Not quite Madison Square Gardens, but close. Over the next few years we bought a van, hit the road playing music, and had a total blast. There’s something about five stinky dudes in a van driving cross-country that is really hard to beat…College came around and I went to good ol’ Baylor U. Not