Nirvana, Creed, Matchbox 20, Metallica, Bush, Tool,Our Lady Peace, Bob Dylan and the list goes on.
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People say I sound like a mixture of Day's of the New, Kurt Cobain, Scott Stapp of Creed, Danial Johns of Silverchair, Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20, and Gavin Rosdale of Bush. That's as far as my voice goes. I 'm not to sure as far as my music goes. I guess I sound alot like Alice in Chains or Days of the New. But I have a broad range of songs. My heavier ones are more grungy like Bush and sometimes Toolish. But I guess I really have a style of my own that's hard to catigorize.
So I think I'm finally going to sit down and write this illusive Bio. I've been putting it off, for one I want to be in that creative flow of things and there's the predicament of whether I should do it in 3rd person or too cater to my fans or record reps. Plus it feels quite egotistic writing my own Bio. Maybe my writing project for the day instead of writing an essay to the Surgeon General saying that this new anti-teen drinking is just going to make them want to drink more and is only counter productive. Anyways, I've got my coffee, my beer, my water, and a fresh pack of cigarettes, so here we go.
I would start out with something cliche, like my music is unique and in a genre of it's own, and add some spicy adjectives like melodic, transcendental, emotional, metallic, grungy, homegrown, and other words if I could find what I did with my trusty thesaurus. However how can you describe a sunset if you are the sun, if you get the hyperbolical metaphor. The most common feedback I get is I sound like Kurt Cobain, maybe because he's a main inspiration as well as another long list of artists like Bob Dylan, Led Zeplin, Tom Petty, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd(I survived "the wall" OD as a teen), Metallica, Matchbox 20, Fuel, Our Lady Peace, Bush, Alot of Creed(raised Mormon), Ben Folds Five, Jewel, Nirvana naturaly, Counting Crows, Stabbing Westward, plenty of Tool, Chevelle, Staind, Seether, Shinedown (the guys as I call them) and many other alternative rock influences. Plus the ever adding repatuour from my unquenchable music pallet as time flows by like Blue October or Built to Spill. Like so many artists, you can hear my influences, but I try and infuse my own sound into it. I'd rather let my music speak for itself. After all most people listen to music and have either an emotional reaction or a euphoric vibe and words or genre's aren't in the pallet of their mind at the moment.
Okay, I got through trying to explain what I sound like. I think I'm going to follow a chronological order to this and start with the past. After all it is a Bio. The part where some poeple my fall asleep. I may go overboard, so you might want to light up a cigarette, brew some coffee, or grab a six pack. Or maybe I just want you reading long enough to hear all my tunes:)
There once was a wee lad, about the age of 14 seasons. He was at the point in his life where he was trying to break away from his environmental influences as well as the parental beliefs and find his own individuality. After a long day of getting college and an LDS mission shoved down his throat he laid awake thinking about his future. As he laid in his bed staring at the floor, a little rock troll appeared. It had spiky hair, tattoos, chains, frayed jeans, and a p leather jacket. It started to do a little jig. He was mesmerized by it. Then the little troll stopped and pulled a little guitar out of his ass. He then proceeded to unzip himself and start pissing on it. It grew like a chia pet. The troll then jumped up and started pulling some lord of the dance sit on the strings. He wasn't quite sure what to think of it. After all a troll just appeared out of nowhere and pulled a guitar out of it's anus. It went on for about a half hour, he was kind of too scared to move, but then eventually the troll stopped dancing and looked at him only saying with a sarcastic laugh "have fun with it" and then disappeared like the Chesire Cat. After a while of wondering if what he just witnessed was reality or just a half awake rendering. He picked up the guitar and found that it was actually a physical creation. Then it turned into a snake in his hands. It went up too his mouth and instead of biting him it crawled into his wide open awe and slithered down his throat into his belly and tail coming out of his mouth.
Okay that really didn't happen, or did it? duhm duhm duhm. I guess I was a little "free falling" into a side story. Which was actually the first song that made me fall in love with the rock genra when I was young. I was one of them peter priests and followed the notion that any music that is not made by a religious musician could be a product of the devil. But one night I said fuck it basically and decided to tune my music to the local "alternative" station and found my genre. I was raised in a really musical family. All my aunts and uncles where in the school choirs. My mom was a piano teacher and the evenings of my childhood where always filled with piano playing and my older sisters flute playing. I myself in elementary was in all the gifted and talented classes and participated in all the musicals. In Jr. High and high school I was in all the extra curricular choirs and plays. Poetry was my first vessel of expression. As a young teen trying to deal with all the hormones and growing up, I used writing and blasting music in my room as my outlet. I learned how to play the piano and tried writing my first song I was inspired by "Ben Folds Five." But it wasn't until one night I stole my dads old rusty 12 string guitar from his closet and started playing it. I was young and ignorant and had no idea how to play it or even tune it right. I think it was missing a few strings, but I tuned the pegs till it sounded good and put some poetry too it. It was a really poor song probably, but from that moment I knew it was my calling in life. The rest is blah blah blah, I took guitar lessons from an old hippi dude that taught me some classic rock, or just basically gave me some basic chords and said good luck as he went on jammin' as I struggled to follow along. I slowly learned most of how to play guitar by myself. I was never really into chords or scales, although I learned a few, I just mainly clumsly hit strings till I found something that sounded cool. I was never and still am not a cover type of person. I've tried learning cover songs because I know it's a must starting out in the music industry, but I just end up going off in my own tangents.........Which I think I might be going on right now, or maybe go out for a smoke.......bad for voice....bad for health.......Kids don't listen to the anti tobacco adds and want to rebel by smoking, blast your music if you want to rebel, pick up a guitar, but seriously it's not worth it.....!!!!!!!
Okay I'm back from injecting my lungs with a cancerous con cation. The next topic I guess would be why I write music. Personly it's because I am clinically depressed and think too much(could be dangerous) and music is the only thing that actually makes me feel better and makes me feel whole and makes sense out of the chaos in my mind, if that makes any sense. Sometimes I forget that, but in the end I really enjoy making music. I want to work toward success on it and let other hear my music because of how much of an impact music has made on my life. In the extreme "What's this life for" by Creed saved my life. I had a bottle of pills in front of me when I was I thin 15 and put that song on and it made me change my mind and in a way changed my life. In the less extreme way, music is like a soundtrack too lives. We have all put an old album in and remembered a good time, or bad. Put in an album at a party to liven the mood. Put in an album or song too dance with your lover. Put in an album or a song in your car, room, or shower, and scream your lungs out singing with it. I really don't know if anyone will care for or like my music. I just hope it touches someone!!!! Fame is fleating, look at Owen Wilson, Britney Spears, and all the other famous people that are still unhappy. I just want too do what I love and love the experiences on the way. Also just rock out and have a good time doing it!!!!!!!
Currently what am I doing, besides thinking about what I'm going to write about next. Oh yeh that's right or write, or something like that. Right now my next goal is too start working on my live craft. The last few years I have just been songwriting and jamming too the pictures on my room walls. All my recording has been done with a cheap "radio shack" mic ducked tape to an old mop stick using the on board sound card in my computer. I really want to get out on stage. I've had a few gigs at a local open mic and gotten good feedback, but a few hour long stint is different then a few songs. I really want too move my career aspirations up too the next level. I'm kind of stuck right now in a cubicle living paycheck too paycheck with not enough to fund better equipment, a mode of transportation to gigs, and all the other expenses along with things. But I'll find a way, even if it means living out of a Van for a few months.
So anyways I think I really stumbled my way through this Bio writing thing and as a perfectionist, not too happy with it, but hey at least it's something. Anyways just enjoy the tunes and keep the good music rollin' and I'll do the same!!!!
Peace,
Christopher Westpark
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matt thank you for being a freind man cuz that is what i need in life right now cuz it is hard to hit reality and you are one person i always considered to be one of my best freinds smoked so i did not have to smoke alone huh thats cool thanks for everything you do i look forward to helping you to sober up when the time is right homie and i will stop by soon laterz
I think your music is awesome and rad and I've been trying to spread the word about you on myspace. Never give in to the bubble-gum music scene and stay true to yourself.
thanks so much for your support - let's suck it to the corporate f*?@ers!!!...i wanna let my music run through the systems veins and fu!k it all up!!!!he he...iMMa exjxdxdx - don' t be a stranger!!!
Are you sick of all those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound
like Hallmark cards, and never come close to reality? Well, here is a
series of promises that really speak to true friendship:
1. When you are sad - I will help you get drunk and plot revenge
against the sorry bastard who made you sad.
2. When you are blue - I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile - I will know you've finally had sex.
4. When you are scared - I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried - I will tell you horrible stories about how
much worse it could be and tell you to quit whining.
6. When you are confused - I will use little words.
7. When you are sick - stay the hell away from me until you are well
again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall - I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
This is my oath...I pledge it till the end. Why, you ask? Because you
are my friend.
Send this to 10 of your closest friends, then get depressed because you
can only think of two, and one of them isn't speaking to you anyway.
Remember: A good friend will help you move. A really good friend will
help you move a body. Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel :)
