I found the skins and taught myself how to handle them, and to understand their language when I decided to trade a femur for a drumset, only to be told that that wasn't enough and actual cash had to trade hands. Coincidentally, that was the beginning of my obsession with collecting and displaying bonework in my living room. But I digress...With a background in keyboarding, music has always flowed through my spine. There have been only a few instances where a song is not stuck in my head, running endlessly in loops, down to my toes which are constantly practicing double bass kicks. I've been playing the drums casually for fourteen years, but never seriously.
Gear: Exclusively plays Zildjian cymbals if you don't count the Sabian splash. Exclusively plays Yamaha drums if you don't count the Tama hi-hat stand and Taye double bass pedal. Exclusively plays with Vic Firth sticks if you don't count the other brands I've bought.
Other Gear: Dean Baby V guitar. I also have a cowbell.
Influences: Kai Hansen, I bow before you. The Metal Wind of Lost Horizon. The Gladiators of Steel, Wizard and Manowar. And Eric.
Favorite Bands: Gamma Ray, Dream Evil, Dragonforce, Reviver, Dethklok, Wizard, Galloglass, Montany, Nostradameus, Green Day, Weird Al Yankovic, The Misfits
LISTEN TO ALL OF MY FAVORITE BANDS ON MY HOMEPAGE.
In 2003, I purchased a 1986 Porsche 944 on eBay. The choice was made in an instant, stumbling upon the auction with an absurdly low price. The catch? The engine was in the passenger seat. A full rebuild would be in order.
Five years later, the car is operational and my daily driver. I have hit major snags in the process, including but not limited to the transmission nearly falling off the car, a failed clutch master cylinder, a leaking windshield, blown rear main seal, and a transmission which won't switch gears in the cold. However, the restoration is going well. New seats have been installed, a new dashboard, a refit of the instrument cluster, complete engine overhaul, the works. The progress is ongoing.
FULL RESTORATION, INCLUDING HUNDREDS OF PHOTOS, CAN BE FOUND ON MY HOMEPAGE.
I grew up Catholic for no other reason than to being born into a Catholic family from a Catholic community. I was raised within the Catholic ascension rituals such as baptism and confirmation, but I can remember back to first grade questioning everything I was being told.
There's one day which sticks in my head and always has. I was sitting in school, a Catholic school, wearing a bright red sweater, during religion class. It was roughly Easter time and the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus was the topic du jour. I can recall sitting there thinking when I should have been reciting whatever prayer it was the class was mindlessly rehearsing. I thought about how absurd it sounded that someone could rise from the dead. I remember looking around at my friends all blindly reciting the same words, the same lines, the same nonsense. "No one can rise from the dead," I told myself. It can't happen. Why hadn't it happened since? Why does it matter anyway?
As time went by, the rituals continued but I never really had any relationship with Catholicism. I went to church because I had to. I accepted communion because I had to. Confirmation because I had to. It was what was expected to me and I never really understood why I was doing any of it. None of it made sense. None of it had any substance. None of it meant anything to me. I had only questions.
It wasn't until recently, until the invention of the internet, that my curiosity was able to be satisfied. People are afraid to question what they don't understand. You can't turn to your parents, or your grandparents, or anyone else you can trust to give you valid answers when they, themselves, are biased. The internet, however, was a vault of information, millions of people adding their two cents into the bigger answers. With it at my fingertips, the answers to my questions were much more easily found. It's not until very recently, however, that I realized how absurd most of the teachings in which I was brought up to believe actually were.
There's too much evidence from centuries of studying the Bible and history to take it as literal and accurate. From the creation of the universe, to the great flood, to the parting of the Red Sea to the virgin birth of Jesus, the number of inconsistencies and contadictions are evident and very apparent to anyone who has the common sense to question what they're reading. The Bible is not perfect. It was created by man, and assembled by man. As a skeptic on pretty much everything, even in first grade, I was beginning to question what was around me.
I am not afraid to state that I deny the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and that I am no longer afraid. I do not live in fear of the unknown. I do not believe in a Heaven or a Hell. Satan is not temptation and Jesus did not die for my sins.
OPEN YOUR MIND. READ MY ATHEISTIC VIEW OF LIFE ON MY HOMEPAGE.
I'm also a nudist.
I run my own website
with a daily news of the weird, a personal journal, an atheist's view on life, a Porsche restoration, lots of music, and much more.