I went through most of my life thinking that I was the black sheep in my family. I took an interest in music at very young age, and that interest blossomed into the love and devotion I feel for it today. When other kids were outside skating, I'd be inside working on scales, or trying to nail down my favorite Metallica songs. Hell, I'd even skip school just to come home and lock myself in my room to spend the day with my guitar in my hands and my amp cranked to 11. If I was headed to a friend's house, my beloved guitar was always in tow.
That was just the way it was. As far as my family went, I always thought I was a bit different. Maybe I was. My older brother played a little, but he didn't stick with it. Sports and chicks was more his thing.
But then I started to find things out.
I learned that my sister used to be the lead singer of this crucial local metal band back in the 80's. Whoa. My sister, the professional baker. My sister, who goes to church every Sunday. I wish I had some pics of that to share with you all.