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About the ArtistJust an old country boy that enjoys writing songs...Born and raised in Paragould, Arkansas, I could see nothing better than getting out of the small town early in life. At 18 I went to college at the University of Southern Miss. in Hattiesburg and was involved with theater, always playing music on the side. After one year, I auditioned to get in to several schools including NYU and Carnagie Mellon and was accepted. Yet Purchase College in West Chester, NY was where I ended up. Excelling in the acting program there, again just playing music on the side, I decided to quit school and give LA a shot. LA was cold and heartless and I was young and stupid. It didn’t last long. After that I moved to Austin, TX and began writing music. I tested new material at open mics and began having some success, yet something was wrong mentally and I started to become very paranoid. I moved back to LA in 1999 and stayed for 2yrs this time, yet things were still getting worse. Then the voices started. I would hear them in the radio, little messages on NPR or a music station. I began to believe people could hear my thoughts and believing the delusions. I was sick, and I decided to go home and get help. In 2001 I was diagnoised with schizophenia and began medication. It was a long recovery, but after 3 months my thoughts began to get better. I would write poetry and songs as occupational therapy. I went to school in Jackson, TN and was consumed with English as a major and wrote a screenplay about my experience. I thought I was well enough to get off the meds and tried, but failed. Another episode occured and I moved home again to get well. I worked at my Grandparents furniture store and ended up just staying. In 2005 my Grandfather retired and I begane to manage the store. In 2009 the bottom dropped out in the economy and the store closed, leaving me married with a two yr old girl and jobless. Music has now taken the forefront and I am surviving. I will never give up dreaming that my words and music make a differance. It’s my language of the heart and I will continue to grow as an artist.