I remember crying after singing in front of a large audience once.  I was five years old and for some reason, I used to sing old Mexican ballads as a kid and we're guatemalans. My mom always told people I could sing and she would push me to do it. I guess it was amusing to people because, as a kid, I looked like tattoo from fantasy island. I was a tiny, Asian- looking, Mexican ballad singing Guatemalan waiting to be discovered. That is the real reason why Going Second scooped me up.  

Music has always been a part of my life.  I remember waking up to dark side of the moon as a small child and watching my dad hunched over his record player spinning everything from the Ventures to Dueling banjos by Roy Clark and Buck Owens. I remember listening to him sing and then picking out the harmonies to sing a long with him. My whole family is obsessed with music.  We all get together and beat, strum, or shake anything that's not our wives.  I have my parents to thank for the music lessons and encouragement. I also have them to thank for my first piano and accordion.

Girls were my original motivation to learn the guitar and get better at the piano. I soon realized that singing could take simple dates to a whole new level and I really took advantage of it.  Relationships have also been my inspiration for my lyrics.  I think music and love will always go together.  The way that without political nosiness you can't have Bono / U2, without girls, I don't think I'd have a shot, at a music career.  

I'll never forget the first time I heard a large crowd cheer over the sound of my heart pounding in my head. I remember the fear turning into a rush and I've liked it ever since. Somewhere along the line, I realized that I love to entertain. I love spontaneity and surprises.

I think that all the experiences in my life have led me to this point. Everything. Every detail: Growing up in Los Angeles, moving to a small town in the desert as a kid, being a missionary in New Jersey, being so in love that It made me nauseous, having my heart broken so bad I thought I would die, going to Otis ,living in Salt Lake, Getting married, looking into my little girl's eyes, being broke, traveling, and all the little bits of trauma here and there.  
My writing and art have shifted from tales of a disenchanted teenager to an introspective husband and father.  I realized that all those things that were hard, or exciting, or scary growing up, were just making me who I am. After a few years of art school, the working world, and growing up, (kind of) I've landed here once again. This time, I'm here to live my dream of one day becoming the guitarist, then bassist, then lead singer of a band.  I just want to ROCK.  It feels good to be part of a band that is progressing. I think we're off to a good start.  It's great to be back on stage and in the studio.