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My mom bought me my first guitar when I was 11 years old. She found it in a pawnshop for $100.
I took classical lessons, but that didn't interest me as much as learning the songs I heard on
the radio. At 15, I started putting together bands with my friends, and over the years I've
played funk, punk and rock throughout Kansas City. In 1999, my great uncle, an old Dixieland
jazz musician, loaned me his old German upright bass. A few months later, I played it for him,
and he said I could keep it. That same bass travels the country with me today. I first met
Betse, Ike and Phil in the fall of 1999, at the Rural Grit Happy Hour. Betse decided to play
fiddle on a record I was making with my country-rock band, Sandoval. Soon after, I was filling
in on some Wilders gigs and eventually took my place as the full time bass player. I haven't
looked back since.
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