Here's me with a pussy. The first and the last time.
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Hello. I'm Chris. I'm a singer and I'm a songwriter. I'm a human being (although I may or may not be an alien...I've been told I'm out of this word, hahaha, haha, ha...ahem). I’m also a 30-something fella trying to come to terms with gravity and its effects on my aging mug. I’m really into music (it’s kind of my thing) and creating sound out of nothing. I also like to wear hats all the time because I hate doing my hair and I'm starting to lose it as well (isn't getting older fun?).
I got my start in the deserts of Idaho, at a time when I thought real life was like a Disney movie and embarrassed my parents after I'd sing about needing to go to the bathroom or walk outside with yellow ribbons taped to my head and a shawl while belting to the animals in hopes they'd come to me like they did in all those animated movies. I was (am) a weirdo, but I was so obviously amazing and didn't realize I was a performer from day one.
I can chock up my "rabbit hole" spiral into all things music to two things: my hatred of school sports and chance. To avoid having to put on basketball shorts and dribble balls with stinky teenage boys, I decided to take choir instead. Sure, I was scared shitless at first. I really thought I'd just be in the background, blending in with the rest of the crowd, kind of like I always did. Instead, guess what happened? People were enthralled with my singing and suddenly I was doing all the solos, then performing around the state in showcases and being entered into festivals and competitions all over the northwest. It was, like, wow (RIP Leslie Carter).
Thus began this musical journey I've been on ever since. I was offered to continue my new career in Nashville in the Christian genre, but I’m not religious (#Agnostic) and I couldn't stomach trying to constantly rhyme the word "Jesus," so I moved to Boston and attended Berklee College of Music...you know, as one does. I was able to surround myself with these amazingly talented musicians from all around the world and immerse myself fully, completely, totally in all things music and music business. It was at Berklee that I got serious about my own songwriting after realizing I didn't want to just sing other people's songs because it's hard to sing about being in love with a girl when...well, you know. Then my songs started to blow up on a certain social networking site (kind of like Her Majesty Lily Allen) and suddenly my music was being heard on a whole new radio format called "satellite" (did I mention how old I actually am?) and I was being nominated for awards like the Hollywood Music Awards. I even had a song featured in a certain TV show about Jersey guidos.
After I graduated from Berklee, I relocated to La La Land, initially to do an internship with Songs Music Publishing (later known for signing writer-artist stars like Lorde and The Weeknd). I thought it was only going to be a temporary move and I'd move back to Beantown, but I’ve been here ever since.
It’s been a crazy, wild ride and I’ve gone from crazy, wild and borderline alcoholic to sane(ish) along the way. But I’ve learned a lot, which is what Life is all about.
Also, because of what I do for a living, I’m literally 1-degree of separation from any Hollywood celebrity you could think of—which surely means I’ve made it, right?
Who am I inspired by? Anyone and anything—it really depends on the mood I'm in, what may catch my ear and what I want to say. A random, and annoying, nightingale one summer evening gave me the idea for my song "Little Bird." A dear, but sometimes very annoying friend is the subject of "Box of Tissues" (and "(You Know) Who You Are" and "Attn: Whore"...this person really provides a lot of material for me, clearly). People. Situations. Relationships. Friends. Annoying behaviors. Bad jobs. Catty bitches. Odd noises. All cards are on the table when it comes to my inspiration.
Thank you for coming to my little space on the World Wide Web. I create because it's as essential to me as breathing, or drinking, or stanning Britney Spears. It's musical therapy, if you will—the purest essence of who I am.