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ya know…. I really hate the news. It seems like there is never good news, unless it’s a dolphin or polar bear giving birth.

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Since I moved to Pittsburgh 4 years ago I seemed to have lost a little bit of myself. I used to be the guy who was surrounded by music 24/7 and played in clubs thursday, friday, and saturday nights. Since I’ve been up here I haven’t been able to do that. Not a lot of people know that I play drums, guitar, bass, and keyboards and that music is actually my life. I somehow have managed to replace that with lifting weights and surrounding myself with technology. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing both, but my real calling is music. I can remember playing in bands when I was 13 with my Dad at a Pagan biker rally and at several biker bars and saying to myself “this is it. this is what I want to do.” Would it be something I could do full time? no. My father had the ultimate gig. He was a State employee throughout the week and on the weekends a rock star. I look back to the years we had playing and miss the shit out of it. Oh well… there is always tomorrow. I’m hoping to move back to WV in April and start playing again. Life will almost be perfect.