Haze

The year I turned six, my family structure took a few devastating blows. My Bulldog Suzie was put to sleep when an infection in her eyes became untreatable. My grandfather died of cancer at the age of 80 and my parents filed for a divorce. When they separated, my half brother Kyle and I would spend every other weekend with my father. At one point, Kyle decided he didn't want to go anymore. After all, we have different dads. One Sunday afternoon, my mom came to pick me up as scheduled...

If your interest has lead you as far as this blog, I'm sure you've already read my short bio. As much as I'd love to keep my "mystique" in an attempt to "keep the listener wanting more," I'm not really sure I'm popular enough for that to be effective. That being said, I think I will go ahead and spill some real shit about me --if nothing else, to dispel or confirm any preconceived notions you may have of me from listening to my featured songs...

So, I just released my 5th solo album. It's called "Where is Cary Hays." The idea stems directly from my experiences in the Pacific NW. Every song I write is more-or-less a way for me to remember. My music is sort of a timeline of events that I would otherwise forget due to heavy alcoholism and drug use. I rock pretty fuckin' hard and I'm all about the music. However, in a genre filled with materialistic people, I'm no different. I spent about sixth month's...