Location: Los Angeles, via NYC, via hangovers.
Future: More music soon.
I first fell in love with New York City in the winter of 2001. I arrived alone to audition for a rock and roll band, to escape the Midwest and to see what I was really capable of. I found a magical, electric city united and hardened in the crucible of devastation. It took about 24 hours of hard drinking and subway arguments to be granted New Yorker status. I would stumble from one Manhattan adventure to the next for the remainder of my 20â€™s before succumbing to the pull of the west in 2007.
Iâ€™ve now lived in Los Angeles longer than I lived in NYC, but Iâ€™m still a New Yorker at heart. Time has yielded perspective and Red Line Express is a reduction of my early experiences as a naÃ¯ve Midwestern kid learning to be a jaded man â€“ the hard way.