Ever since I was a kid I’ve had a prevalent creative streak. Having little interest in team sports, instead, I gravitated towards artistic forms of expression. I recall spending hours in my bedroom drawing. This tied in well with my love for architecture and my natural sense of space and organization. I designed houses by the dozens, drawing floorplans for complex mansions that fed my penchant for daydreaming.
Performing in plays was a theme throughout my school years, loving the thrill of being on stage and usually snagging the largest non-singing role in the musicals. Singing is something that has eluded me and I’ve been told it’s more peaceful when I don’t try. Music has always been a big part of my life, and idly sitting by listening to it wasn’t going to be enough. I took guitar lessons as a kid but it just didn’t make any sense to me. Having little natural musical abilities, left me with only one option. I took up the drums! Through my childhood I had aptly proved I was good at hitting things and now I found a use for that talent.
In my mid-twenties I was playing at a rehearsal space in North Vancouver regularly. The owner told me of a band who needed a drummer and he thought I’d be perfect for them. They played their own original tunes, had some shows lined up and their last drummer had just quit. I was now the newest member of Lost In A Box! Some of their songs were actually pretty good, but live we struggled to keep it together. So we decided to go into the studio and record a demo CD with 5 songs. It was a blast and one of the songs even made it onto the college charts in Eastern Canada. So the following year we headed back into the studio to record a full-length CD. We burned a few hundred copies and nothing really came of it. But we will forever have those songs and the experience of spending a week in a recording studio in the late 1990s.