Also, I must tell you, I feel quite honored to have been a part of a band that many people enjoyed very much.

Since I began playing in bands in Austin, I’ve been fortunate enough to befriend and be inspired by some musicians that are one generation older than me, including Tim Kerr (The Big Boys, Bad Mutha Goose), John Croslin (The Reivers, Spoon).

These musicians were/are some of my heroes.

And to imagine that *I* could contribute to someone sharing in the blissful feeling of a great live show – where one of your favorite bands rocks one of your favorite songs – is very humbling.

It almost feels like a version of “paying it forward.” And I’m convinced there is nothing more powerful than inspiration through art. Uncovering a universal truth about the human condition through 3 chords and the truth.

Life, art, death. Music remains as primal as fire, food and cave drawings flickering on a wall from the dance of a breeze-blown fire…just as modern-day motion picture films flicker against a wall.

Our art is our history. Our art is our progress. Our art is our humanity.

Thanks for allowing me to share in your’s…

(I’m a pretty decent RB drummer, and Everlong kills me on hard. The one time I tried it on expert I *literally* nearly spontaneously combusted.)