On the fourth of July 1986 in Ottumwa, Iowa. His parents drove like jehu and took the old caprice. Taken home from the hospital on the fifth of July, where his mom held him for the first time. That was when life began for him. He has his mother's brown eyes, his dad's quiet ways, grandmother's, Rachels' love for music. There was a young soul, who grew up deeply shy, quiet, introverted, and socially awkward. (I wish I had known the simple young version of this young lad). Deep in Iowa country in a heavenly hideaway. He grew up realizing around the age of four his life began to show symptoms of Asperger's syndrome. This grappling syndrome had him taken aback and in a way that would show him the world in a new way that others had a hard time seeing. Growing into his high school ways, he was restless, tired, and could not seem to sleep. Then diagnosed with insomnia he knew that he could begin to put this extra time to use. He would escape by listening to music and then very soon begin to make his music. Taking to the drums during his high school years, he began to develop a sense of style of music. I wish I had known why the drums captivated him so. His music spoke to him in ways other fellow humans could not, he listened and learned. Hip-hop, pop, synth, and with a new availability of technology he would be able to make new mash sounds. To know what he thinks, the ways in which he creates. Would be a moment to breathe in like fresh air. He began to create projects and then little did he know he would be the next hotshot! Taking off with high, fast, enriching success creating "Fireflies" the world shook with awestruck wonder. Not only did he speak his raw, honest, true self he gave light to others that they were not alone. His gift of creating new songs, sounds, drawing up melodies, new ways, and creating lyrics would then be cinematic in ways he did not even need a film degree. Taking his projects, getting lost in them would allow them to open his eyes to more of a lucid world. Where fire and diamonds fall like rain, he would humbly take this on and become enlightened in ways that he did not know he could. How I wish to know him the way I would of a lover so close and dear. All I know, love most, admire, and the things I wish to know cannot be known for we are of two worlds. He is wealthy but not super rich, does not conversate well, and likes being alone. His music is how we talks to everyone. It's his music in this big world.
