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If I was good at baseball, I'd be down in the Florida minor leagues talking arm slots, traveling off to needs-work fall leagues, an eye to the international youth with wild sliders and blazing fastballs.

But I kept striking out through Little League, so I bought a Fender Squire at age 12, took music theory classes, and supplemented a college education with creative writing poetry classes.

As an independent musician, I grew deterred by the lack of local and low-profile music critics. Now, it’s my mission to scout and highlight musicians unheard and present my voice as one of the many scaffolds that musicians might use to make their art grow.

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