This vibrational creationist being from Warren, Ohio is from near the writer’s home. So near, that the writer sleeps with his cousin. Michael is my wife’s cousin and I had the opportunity to meet him over this past Christmas holiday. I would of never guessed that he played guitar for a band that is being managed by Randy Jackson. Just a well grounded young man that was pleasant to be around for the few hours of that family get together. He seemed very humble, confident and excited with being a part of North of Nine. Micheal started playing the piano at six years old and progressed to other instruments. He attended an AC/DC concert with his father when he was 12 years old and rock n roll took hold. Once ya get a little rock in your soul, the roll ain’t easy let go. I’m glad for him that he has rolled with it and has matched up with a potentially very successful band. One thing he can be certain of is that he and the band have a great deal of support from this clouded sky portion of the universe.
The first video is of Michael shredding the King of the Hill theme song. The other two videos are of the band. This is another example of how fortunate ears are in this age. There is just so many outstanding creators compared to the time all our ears have to experience the music being created today. Have a listen and feel free to share your perception with a comment.
“For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky