I’m no rock star, nor would I
ever want to be. I’m not the most
prolific song writer in the world, but I have written a few; some good, some
not. When I was 5 years old, I cherished
an old radio my Grandfather gave to me. As
I stared at the inner workings of this vacuum tube filled wonder, “Top 40” hits
from the days of 1971 filled my head.
I knew that I wanted to be a singer, but I also admired the D.J. at AM 1150 CKOC radio for having all those records. I loved being able to call the “Hit Line” and have my favorite song played.
And so, I would stand behind
a screen or partition of some sort, and sing all the hits, announcing them at
the end, just like my favorite D.J. Click here to hear me singing when I was 5.
At 8 years old, the drums
were my first instrument, but that didn’t satisfy my desire to sing. I needed to learn guitar or piano or
something. When you really want
something, you go for it, and I did. A
little bit of guitar here, piano there, learning bits and pieces of both, I
eventually favored the piano.
I was a master at no instrument, but could play drums, guitar and piano well enough to write songs, and finally had something of my own to sing to!
I accumulated some gear and built myself a little basement studio where I spent most of my time. Then came the recordings.
Over the next 20 years I
would record songs, buy new gear and record more songs until now, when I can
honestly tell you that I have recorded everywhere from bedrooms to studios, but
mostly bedrooms (even closets and mini-malls at night – great echo!). I don’t do it for a living. I just do it for me – and you. I hope you enjoy.
…Craig