Life Story:

Growing up on that farm wasn’t glamorous, but it was real.
The air smelled of hay and earth, and the days stretched long with chores and daydreams. Even as I was growing up my mom and dad taught me if you want something. Yah gotta work for it! Nothing in this life is free and the Opportunities are not just going to come looking for ya! I would often think my parents were to hard on me and I never understood their tactics or as my mom and dad called them ” Life lessons” Because it felt like my friends mom and dads were always trying to hide Life’s truths from them for reason I will never understand.  But ya know what? I can tell you I am a better person for everything my mom and dad taught and the old school way they Intrigued my mind, to tinker with the things that I don’t understand, figure out how they work, then fix them and put them back Together again. Growing up in a house where no questions were ever off the table, my parents let me learn life at my own pace because I could ask my mom and dad anything and they would never sugarcoat any subject just because I was a kid. I knew more about life when I was 13 years old then most of my friends would ever know well into their adult lives and some are still clueless on how the world around them really works to this very day. 
But I digress….

Music has always been my addiction.  I guess I have always been a musical person.  My mom and dad told me they thought I was going to be a boy and a drum player because I would kick my moms belly so much when I was in her belly, that My mom said I would always start kicking around the time as the sun would set and my mom would be getting dinner ready for my dad. My dad told me he use to put his headphones on my moms belly so I could hear my dads music before I was even born! My mom told me that if he did not do that every single night, I would start kicking around in her belly like a drummer at a rock concert.
So needless to say, My dad was the heartbeat of my musical world. He’d been in a rock band long before I came along, and his love for music filled our home. I can still picture myself as a little girl, sprawled on the kitchen floor with my blanket and pillow, listening to the muffled thump of his band practicing in the basement. Tuesday and Thursday nights were sacred—my mom let me stay up past my 8 p.m. bedtime just to soak it all in. Those sounds—gritty guitar riffs and steady drumbeats—weren’t just noise; they were magic, stitching themselves into my soul.

Music wasn’t something I studied; it was something I lived. My mom played an old upright piano that came with the farm—classical pieces for the orchestra and hymns for the church down the road. By nine, I’d taught myself to play it, my fingers finding melodies like they were born knowing them. My dad, a jack-of-all-trades with instruments, let me mess around in his band room. At 14, I filled in for his bassist during a practice when he was sick. Stepping into that groove, feeling the music pulse through me—it was like a switch flipped. I was hooked. Music became my everything.

Likes:

being immersed in my music, Pink Roses, Long rides with the music blasting, Books that are written before my great grandpa was born, Vinyl records, the full moon, Walks along the beach at night, and I LOVE PIZZA MORE THAN ANY FOOD!

Dislikes:

Rules that are meant for a select set of people and the people who disregard the rest of the worlds opinion and making themself the most important thing of this earth!  Hospitals, Rude people, sleeping by myself, guys that try to hard!, People who try and find me a boyfriend when I am happy being single and focusing on my music, OH AND SPIDERS!!!! I HATE SPIDERS!!!

Music INFLUENCES: 

I would really have to say that my mom and dad are my biggest music influences. Because for as long as I can remember there was always someone playing music in my mom and dad’s house that I grew up in. I never took any lessons on any of the instruments I currently know how to play. Like Piano, Rhythm Guitar, Bass, violin, Harmonica ectara…  Basically I can play anything just like my dad. I guess my dad was probably my biggest influencer. Because he would always take the time to show me how a musical instrument worked and he showed me how most instruments overlap in one way or another. That it’s more about teaching our brain how to connect the notes to our body and how the body will follow the music and the mind will feel the heart and how the music that you play makes us feel inside, that and the fact that it is more about muscle memory than it is about the actual notes being played right. 

Annyway…

If I had to pick an actual band or person that had a big influence on my playing style? I don’t think I could just pick just one! My taste in music has no boundaries! I mean if it has a good beat and you can feel it move you physically or emotionally, then that is a good song. I grew up on all the Rock from the 1970’s, 1980’s, 1990,s stuff that was before my time and that kind of music still makes me feel it deep in my soul. that my dad would play on his record player or with one of the bands he was in while i was growing up.

Bands and singers that  I like:

AC/DC, Lady Gaga, Guns n’ Roses, Metallica, System of a down, Korn, Stained, Creed, Three days grace, Black eyed peas, 50 cent, Eminem, Poe, Aerosmith, BB King, Janis Joplin, Madonna, Heart, Joan Jett &  the Blackhearts, Diana Ross, Lita Ford, Gwen Stefani, Sound Garden, Johnny Lang, Aretha Franklin, Stevie Nicks, Bonnie Raitt, Pink, Tina Turner, Whitney Houston, Janet Jackson, Mary J. Blige, Nariah Carey, Beyonce, Christina Aguilera,  Rihanna, Skidrow, Alice cooper, Alice and Chains, Michael Jackson, Justin Timberlake, Backstreet boys and Soundgarden. I am sure I am missing a lot of great artist that I absolutely love but that is all I can think of right now.