Hey music fans,

I might be new to blogging, but I’m not new to music. When I was a kid, I would sit outside my older brothers bedroom just to listen to him play bootlegged tapes of Metallica, Megadeath, and Pantera. Later in life I would scam these bootlegs and distribute them to my friends, infecting them with Metal. When I was eight or nine I watched Pink Floyd’s The Wall for the first time. I probably don’t have to tell you that I didn’t “get” the movie, let alone like the music, but the images from the film stained my mind and soon I became obsessed with Pink Floyd and other psychedelic music. Luckily, my infatuation coincided with learning the guitar; I spent countless hours plucking “Good Bye Blue Sky” and replicating every pitch bend from David Gilmour’s “Time” solo. As I progressed through adolescence, my infatuation with classic rock stemmed from Floyd to Zepplin and Hendrix. It was also around this time that I began playing in garage bands. Some of the people I played with in those days continued their music careers — the drummer from one band, Scott Sampson,  is now a child’s music performer, while members from another band formed Crimson Roots, a Vancouver based Metal band that dabbles in southern and funk sounds.

After my garage days I tried a bit more serious approach to music with the Intergalactic Squid. We tagged along with the east coast jam band craze and had some local success. Instead of struggle through the muck and myre of touring and creating a name for the band, however, I chose to move to a quiet town in Nova Scotia and try my hand at construction.

Working around heavy machinery may have helped spurn my taste for a new discovered sound — industrial. I began listening to and learning heavier, more simplistic forms of music. I accepted a long time interest in Marylin Manson and cranked Queens of the Stone Age and Rage Against the Machines on my small radio ghetto blaster, much to the disdain of my uncle, who I lived with at the time. Soon I branched out to NIN, Fear Factory, Skinny Puppy, and finally fell off the earth when I discovered Throbbing Gristle. The sounds these musicians produced transformed the way I viewed instruments and instrumentation, and made me interested for the first time in music production.

Don’t get me wrong. I listen to and enjoy all sorts of music. I listen to Country when in the kitchen, Jazz and Classic Baroque when studying or writing, Dance when….dancing, and folk music when I want to be inspired. I find it very difficult to sift through the vast quantities of music that exists on enumerable mediums, especially when so much is either remixed songs or blatantly formalized music that hasn’t altered much since the disco era. I know, however, that new sounds waiting to turn my head are always close and getting closer, and I wake up everyday eager to seek them out.

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