I hated being a kid. 

I know, that's a weird thing to say. 

Needing the permission of people, not being able to do what you want to do, to buy what you want to buy, to be able to be yourself, and the way you want to live your life. 

I've spent my life looking at who was right, who knew what they were doing, and I was too scared to try and do what I wanted. 

What was the result? Working in a job I hated. Oh yeah, I had the money, the status, the car, the penthouse. 

But none of it was my idea. none of it was my decision.

When I quit the bank, I quit that life. I changed everything.

In an instant, I snapped, and ended 20 years of begging for permission and approval. And I had no idea what I was going to do next. And you know what? it was the best choice of my life. 

Everything is aligned. I get to travel the world doing what I love. Creating. Sometimes, it's quite overwhelming. 

The first 20 years of my life I just took and took and took. and eventually I had nothing. 

I decided I want...

I’d never heard of Uzbekistan before.

I didn’t even know what I was doing when I got there.

But I arrived on an airplane with just 3 people on it at about 4:00 in the morning, completely exhausted. But when I had stepped off the airplane there were about 40 people there waiting for me. including the Minister of Culture.

I was under a lot of pressure because I was worried no one would show up. 

The day of the show in the middle of the day I was getting ready and doing a sound check, It was in the center square of the city, and a few people were showing up watching my play. 
10 people turned into 20. 

20 turned into 100. 

100 turned into 400.

When I was finished, I noticed they all had their phones out, recording me.

Then my phone started blowing up. I was being tagged hundreds of times, mentioned in stories on instagram, tiktok, facebook, everywhere. and it didn’t stop all night. 

When I was in the building getting ready and dressed, a film crew had been interviewing me, and asked...

This is kind of a crazy story.

Back when I was 15, my father brought us to Nashville. He was a cowboy at heart. and we went all over Tennessee. 

Coming from the the UK, The Social Vanir was VERY heavy, and coming the American city of Memphis, this was absolutely a different universe.

I'm used to a conversation with people that go like: "How do you do?" "I'm fine." when their house is burning down.

Nah, not in Memphis. People were REAL. The BLUES were real. 

So I'm playing in a bar in Nashville, on an old upright piano, and a big man walks up behind me. 

"Well hello there"

I have never loved being interrupted while playing. especially when drunk dudes jump in mid-song.

even though I gave him back a "hey." I really was not that into starting up a conversation

"Do you know what song you're playing?" He said.

"Yeah, I'm playing Johnny Cash." 

"That's good. Do you know who I am?"

I sat back thinking, yeah man, I know who you are. You're interrupting me, that's who.

but I settle...