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It all began in the back of my Dad’s dark green BMW 740i, blasting north with the windows down. Singing to Steppenwolf’s Born to be Wild at the top of my lungs with my brother Chase. My dad’s nickname was Peter Pan. He is a wild card that never grew up, and we idolised him for it.
I owe my love for Rock n Roll to his dear soul..
As the years went on I came to realise that I was living my life by the lyrics in that song. Having already written my own book of rules to play by, I was a spoilt and disruptive child that spent a lot of time being a petrol head.
At the age of 10 I broke my leg badly on a dirt bike. My Dads best friend felt sorry for me and brought around a Spanish guitar for me to start learning. That was it for me… I realised that it was what I had been missing and what I wanted to do with my life.
My old man saw my passion for it, hearing Zeppelin and Hendrix coming out of my room after 6 months of me playing, he brought home my first electric guitar. A US made 3 tone sunburst Fender Stratocaster.
That guitar became went with me like the clothes on my back –