
Cowboy Prince
Born listening to the greatest all time country music. Then in later years, I really got into rock and roll. In the daytime I was a punked out, pierced body tatttooed rocker. And at night I would be found with my boots kicked off listening to Hank Williams, Jr. I have a huge music library. But displayed in my studio is Bocephus and John Lennon. I have every album Hank Sr. did ....every Hank Jr. And many, many more. I mention Hank alot, it seems I have been listening to him since 1968, the Grand Ole Opry days, at the age of 4. I met many stars. But will always brag, I met Hank Junior 3 times! To tell the stories of all I met and how would take forever.I just want to say, my music roots go deep. People would ask what are you prince..Rock or country? It's easy.. Im a country rockin roller mixed with a little rhythme blues! Slap a little hip hop up on ya! Music man.
Rockin' Chris
I was born a Rock and roll listening maniac. I had all the greats. KISS is burned permanently into my brain. I later listen to nothing but OZZY...which I still do to this day. I had a very rough life ...but never asked anyone for nothing.Yes I got frustrated and down right pissed. Through rock and roll ...I found my escape.Whether it be Led Zepplin's Stairway to Heaven or AC/DC's Highway to hell. I got into the metal scene for a very long time.I was a head banger. people ask if I am getting to old for all that, shit, you're way to old if you ask me that! The older generation hears nothing but loud guitars and screaming.Don't get me wrong ....I love a screaming giutar as much as the next guy (or gal) but it's the lyrics, they seem to scream out what was and is in my mind and in my heart. You would never catch me listening to that shit kicking country. That was till I met Cowboy Prince. He married my Mother - in -law. I am his step son in law.I was the best man at his wedding. We are friends. Best friends. Father & son, brothers, FRIENDS. And through this friendship we want to share some of the best music you can ever hear. RADIO LONEWOLF. For all our lives, through many ways the same, some different...we were Lone wolves. |