In 30 years, I’ll probably be living in a decent house in the suburbs somewhere with a loving wife and kids, grilling out on the weekends. But in order for me to consider my life a success, I would have to look back on my accomplishments and decide from there. My childhood was filled with the mind blowing instrumentals of Pink Floyd, along with the raw talent of Jimi Hendrix and Randy Rhoads, and I knew I wanted to be like them. I wanted to be a rock star. To be a rock star, a band is required. And not only do you need a band, you need a venue to play at. The only issue with my aspiration besides not having a band, was that I could not sing or play any instruments. So unsurprisingly, as I grew older, the dream faded. That is until I received
