I attribute a good portion of my creative output to solo rides in the car and my AM shower. I’m the guy you see unashamedly singing/mugging/shouting/vocalizing in your rearview mirror or playing the B3 solo to a classic Yes song on the dashboard. I’ve been known to take a shower long enough to fully orchestrate a bridge to an in-progress song while the wallpaper peels around me.

Long, long ago, before Pearl Jam was cool and when cassettes lined the new music shelves at Strawberries, I first picked up a guitar. It was The Doors’ “Love Me Two Times” that happened first, and the rest is self-taught history.

Even long, longer ago, when NES was the game system all the cool kids had and you first learned the words to Asia’s “Heat of the Moment,” I was known at school by the 100%-not-flattering nickname “Pee Wee” as a result of a dead-on impression of pre-police report Pee-Wee Herman. It was another notch in my impersonation belt, having had a knack for imitating and creating voices for as long as I can remember.

Here in the present, I call Seattle home, busying myself with all manner of guitar and bass playing duties, as well as a healthy dose of voice acting jobs. When there’s time, I get in the car and make all sorts of ungodly noises, some musical, in an attempt to perfect a new character or write some new killer melody.