I Think I'm A Mama's Boy Who

On Social Media And [in Person] I Hear Stories Of How A Song Like "home" Helps. Whether It's A Guy Overseas Coping With Missing His Family Or Something Deeper And Terribly Dramatic. Somebody Once Told Me That ["home"] Is The Song They Listen To When They Go To The Cemetery To Visit Their Child That Passed Away. It Gives Them Hope. At The End Of The Day, That's All What I Want To Offer People.

Someone Asked Me The Other Day, 'do You Get Upset When People Say You Are The Young Frank Sinatra?' It Doesn't Upset Me. It Is A Huge Compliment, But It Is False.

The Artist That Had The Biggest Impact On Me Was Michael Jackson. He Was My Elvis And Beatles. When I Was 15, I Listened To A Lot Of Sinatra, But My Jean Jacket Didnt Have, I Love Frank On It, It Had, I Love Ac/dc, Guns N Roses, Pearl Jam. I Thought Eddie Vedder Was The Second Coming.

I Can't Sit And Compare My Trouble To Brian Wilson But I Came From A Blue-collar Family Of Fishermen. Music Was An Escape And A Way For Me To Dream Of Better Things And A Better Place To Be. Let's Just Say I Was An Insecure, Scared Kid.

There Was No Way I Was Ever Going To Get A Fair Shake. How Good Could I Be? I Was Canadian. I Wasn't From New York. I Wasn't From Vegas. I Was Born In 1975, Not 1917. My Last Name Wasn't Sinatra Or Darin Or Martin. Early On And Often, There Was Always The Comparison. "he's Good, But He's No '[fill In The] Blank.'