Seven Bridges Road (Eagles Cover)

Out Loud

We forget, some of those that we have met
and the place that we call home
will always come and go

And in an instant we remember
A familiar sound or familiar face

And no one is to blame
Life will never be the same
Our lives will always change

As I've grown
And left the only place I've known
As we make our own path 
Make every second last

And in anstant we remember
a familiar sound or familiar face

And no one is to blame
Life will never be the same
Our lives will always change

But we all know where to go and who to love
And we'll always watch the show from up above
And we'll always come back home

And no one is to blame
Life will never be the same
Our lives will always change

We Remember

I was born on September 17, 1984, in Altoona, Pennsylvania.  From there, I spent my time growing up living the country life - I was raised on a small farm just outside a small town in Pennsylvania.  Music was never really even an influence to me until I hit about 7th grade, when bands like Blink182, Smash mouth, Howie Day, and John Mayer started to make their big moves.  For whatever reason, I became a big Blink 182 fan in my early teens.  I was enthralled by Travis Barker, their drummer, and conned by dad into letting me take drum lessons.  I stuck with it, and after about a year, received my first drum set.  My neighbors - also best friends - and I formed a garage band we called Sage.  On cold winter nights, I would ride my bike down the hill to their garage just to jam to a few songs.  I loved those drums.  However, in between jam sessions, I found myself picking up Steve's guitar to try and see how exactly he did what he did.

In September of 2001, those neighbors moved away to Arkansas, over 1000 miles away.  That Christmas, I received a Silvertone acoustic guitar as my big gift.  I guess my parents saw where my true interest was. Or maybe my sister finally complained enough about me 'borrowing' her old Epiphone.  As a junior in high school, I met a lot of musically-inclined friends, and was inttroduced to my favorite band - then and now - Dispatch.  Acoustic in style, I loved every song I heard, and as my guitar skills allowed, I would learn every song that I could.

Fast forward to 2003.  I graduated high school, and was off to college at Shippensburg University.  I had grown significantly better on the guitar, and in between classes, while everyone else played football and video games, I could be found strumming that old Silvertone.  The coolest moment for me, to date, was in Spring of 2004.  While eating lunch at the cafeteria, I was approached by a sorority girl who said she had heard that I played guitar.  Her sorority was in a talent show and needed someone to play the guitar to 'The First Cut is the Deepest' by Cheryl Crow.  I agreed...it sounded like a blast.  What I didnt know was that this talent show would have over 3,000 people attending.  The day came.  I went out onto the stage with those girls, and a guy - probably the sound guy - had me put on a set of headphones, threw a mic next to my guitar, and told me to strum a few.  I got chills as I heard the chords that I was playing echo through the building - a large sports complex. We got the thumbs-up and, as we started playing our song, the crowd clapped in unison with my strumming.  I felt like a rock star.

     After that day, I knew a lot more people.  However, due to my grades, I left Shippensburg University and returned home to a local college.  I had a good stern talk with my dad about grades, and concentrated on them until I graduated in December of 2007.  I headed out into the real world, got a job, but still found myself glued to that guitar.  Although I never talked about playing really, everyone knew I loved to play.  I would play at parties, get togethers, on holidays, etc, and was in heaven when I did.  I remember someone (I still dont know their name) at a holiday party walked up to me one time and said 'Dude, why are you not famous?'  I really appreciated that.  Little compliments always kept me striving.

In April of 2008, my parents passed away, leaving me out in the real world, on my own, for real, at 23 years of age.  Instead of coming home and playing Dispatch or John Mayer, I began coming home and writing.  Sometimes I would write chord progressions, sometimes lyrics, sometimes both.  I wrote just to put my words on paper.  Sometimes I wrote about my parents, sometimes about work, or my dog, or that old blue spruce in my front yard.

I dont know why I'm just now putting my music on the web.  It seems like a neat thing to do, getting my music heard.  That old Silvertone has long since been given away (to my sister).  I now have a Silvertone, 2 Takamines, an Alvarez, a Taylor, and an Ibanez acoustic.  Although the Taylor is by far my favorite, I'm almost too afraid to get it out and play it (it cost me a whole tax return!).  I play my Takmine G series almost every day, and the guitar you will hear in my songs is that exact guitar. 

Besides playing guitar, I love to be outside.  I love mudding, four wheeling, playing catch with my dog Bella, and tinkering around with my truck.  I work at a local hospital in the Information Technology department, which to me is ironic.  I work with probably the most complicated thing in the world, yet after an 8 hour day, I always go back to the simple things.

I hope you enjoy what you hear, because what you hear is exactly what I love doing.  Not for money, not for fame, but for me.



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