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I’m a singer. I’m a songwriter. I’m a fella coming to terms with gravity’s subtle (and not-so-subtle) effects on my face. These days I wear hats more often (aging and hairlines are in a bit of a feud). But underneath it all, I’m someone who lives and breathes music because, at the end of the day, creating something from nothing, turning thin air into sound, is what I do.
My journey began as a precocious child in the early 90s where I genuinely believed life worked like a Disney movie. I’d sing songs about needing to use the bathroom or strut around the yard with yellow ribbons taped to my head, serenading the animals like they were about to harmonize with "Princess Chris": you know, just being a weird little kid with big pipes and a knack for a good lyric/melody. I performed in the local school and church choirs, and as I entered my teen years I went through phases such as envisioning I’d be the next Selena (RIP) and a country music star (RIP x2). Around 13 I started writing my own songs, singing melodies into a cassette tape recorder and typing out lyrics in Microsoft Word a la Office 95 saved on floppy disks.
I really credit my deep dive into music as a professional pursuit to one very important thing: my utter hatred of sports. Desperate to avoid the horror of sweaty boys and bouncing basketballs, I enrolled in choir where I planned to hide in the back and be invisible. Instead, I found my voice (literally) and others found it appealing too. Suddenly I was traveling to showcases and participating in competitions around the northwest.
An early offer to move to Nashville and pursue a career in Christian music seemed promising, except I’m not religious (proud agnostic) and couldn’t bring myself to try rhyming things with “Jesus.” So I moved to Boston and attended Berklee College of Music instead, pursuing degrees in Music Business and Performance. At Berklee, I found clarity: I didn’t want to just sing other people’s songs, I wanted to write my own. Turns out, it’s hard to emote over loving a girl when… well, you know. While at Berklee, my songs began gaining traction on a then-newfangled social networking site (shoutout to MySpace), getting picked up by satellite radio (I am that old), and earning nominations from places like the Hollywood Music Awards. I even had a song (briefly) featured on a TV show about a certain fist-pumping group of Jersey guidos.
Post-Berklee, I landed in Los Angeles for an internship with Songs Music Publishing (the same company that would later sign Lorde and The Weeknd). That “short stay” turned into over 12 years in Hollywood where I continued writing, recording, and performing on the side, and learning the ins and outs and chaos of the music and entertainment businesses.
Thanks for stopping by this little corner of the internet. For me, music is essential. It’s therapy, caffeine, catharsis, and joy all rolled into one. It's also the truest expression of who I am. And if you’re here, maybe you're weird and wonderful too.
Welcome.
I’m a singer. I’m a songwriter. I’m a fella coming to terms with gravity’s subtle (and not-so-subtle) effects on my face. These days I wear hats more often (aging and hairlines are in a bit of a feud). But underneath it all, I’m someone who lives and breathes music because, at the end of the day, creating something from nothing, turning thin air into sound, is what I do.
My journey began as a precocious child in the early 90s where I genuinely believed life worked like a Disney movie. I’d sing songs about needing to use the bathroom or strut around the yard with yellow ribbons taped to my head, serenading the animals like they were about to harmonize with "Princess Chris": you know, just being a weird little kid with big pipes and a knack for a good lyric/melody. I performed in the local school and church choirs, and as I entered my teen years I went through phases such as envisioning I’d be the next Selena (RIP) and a country music star (RIP x2). Around 13 I started writing my own songs, singing melodies into a cassette tape recorder and typing out lyrics in Microsoft Word a la Office 95 saved on floppy disks.
I really credit my deep dive into music as a professional pursuit to one very important thing: my utter hatred of sports. Desperate to avoid the horror of sweaty boys and bouncing basketballs, I enrolled in choir where I planned to hide in the back and be invisible. Instead, I found my voice (literally) and others found it appealing too. Suddenly I was traveling to showcases and participating in competitions around the northwest.
An early offer to move to Nashville and pursue a career in Christian music seemed promising, except I’m not religious (proud agnostic) and couldn’t bring myself to try rhyming things with “Jesus.” So I moved to Boston and attended Berklee College of Music instead, pursuing degrees in Music Business and Performance. At Berklee, I found clarity: I didn’t want to just sing other people’s songs, I wanted to write my own. Turns out, it’s hard to emote over loving a girl when… well, you know. While at Berklee, my songs began gaining traction on a then-newfangled social networking site (shoutout to MySpace), getting picked up by satellite radio (I am that old), and earning nominations from places like the Hollywood Music Awards. I even had a song (briefly) featured on a TV show about a certain fist-pumping group of Jersey guidos.
Post-Berklee, I landed in Los Angeles for an internship with Songs Music Publishing (the same company that would later sign Lorde and The Weeknd). That “short stay” turned into over 12 years in Hollywood where I continued writing, recording, and performing on the side, and learning the ins and outs and chaos of the music and entertainment businesses.
Thanks for stopping by this little corner of the internet. For me, music is essential. It’s therapy, caffeine, catharsis, and joy all rolled into one. It's also the truest expression of who I am. And if you’re here, maybe you're weird and wonderful too.
Welcome.
