first set. KICKSTARTER
Storyboard Leírás
STEP 1
Storyboard Szöveg
- I am a musician and poet in the infancy of the 21st century. Living on a dead end in a small town that was once booming with industry that now was now empty space. I hung out around the studios and practice spaces. Playing music with anyone I could.
- I was in a few bands. One was sucesfull enough to put out and album for a label. When we went to record it, the producer was dope sick and we where getting sick of each other, so we broke up.
- I was bored with the music scene and felt it was making my ego rather large I started reading more, and writing more. I started drinking less, and smoking more. I experimented with life, love and rebelion. The time i was a freshman in collage I was hanging out at coffee shops performing orinal poetic compostions, being terified out of my mind.
- I had established a name for my self in the Poetry world and was running my own Art collective at the museum of bad art. I was unfuffiled and unhappy. I felt stuck. Luckily when I told my folks I was engaed to be married my step mother called her my prevois girlfriends name at the Christmass toast.
- She left me, on new years. Seventeen days later I was living in Savannah, Ga. I sold everything she bought me as soon I was down there and bought a pawn shop acoustic guitar and a bottle of whisky and spent the next year singing the blues. I met tex, a brilliant harmonica player from odessa, Tx.
- We emptied many whisky bottlels together and revealed our true souls through music. He inspired me to make music and to never stop or give it up. Tex was an oil rigger who had come to Savannah to get a degree in painting from art school.
- Savannah is the kind of town that will drown you. My brother moved me up to Charlotte , NC to dry me out. Him and his wife had my nephew and I tried to share the kindess that they showed me. I tried my hand at the domestic life and started producing music at home more than I was performing poetry. The idea was first born of doing a one man band. Tracking over myself.
- Domestic life was a half pair of scissors. It didnt cut it. I came home from work and was making a pizza really late at night when my girlfriend asked me what was wrong, to which responded. "EVERYTHING". I packed up my life again and gave on last chance to poetry.
- I spent three months applying to school In Boulder CO, in search of my mentor. I drove out there no knowing a soul. Across country nonstop to a land I never visited but fell in love with. I didnt get into school and was lost for a moment but in good compony. I had a vision one day, combine all my passions into one and pursue.
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