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Bio-- Who am I? -- Childhood Stories -- Embarrassing Moments Who am I?Well, I strive to be a follower of Jesus. I don't like to say "christian" because I think that word has lost it's true meaning. So many ungodly things are done under the banner of "christian", so much hate and greed. I want to be someone who changes this world for the better through service, raising money and awareness for the needy, and proclaiming the way of Jesus. I'm a musician. I picked up the guitar in college and realized that it could be an extremely helpful tool in expressing all that I have locked away deep inside. It's fun to write and create, but it's so much more appealing to impact people. And that's why I drive thousands of miles to new places amongst new faces. I want to relate to people and help them along their way. Oh yeah, I also picked up the harmonica recently. I'm not very good, but it's a lot of fun to play. Sometimes it hurts my brain when I play it and the guitar at the same time. I am a husband. I have the most amazing wife ever. She's so fun and unique. She and our little dog are crazy together and they make life so much more interesting. In fact, the one thing I don't like about traveling is leaving them behind. Childhood StoriesIf you've ever been to one of my concerts you've probably heard one or all of these stories, so bear with me. When I was young I wasn't the brightest kid on the block... well, actually I was because I was the only kid on the block. But that's beside the point. I loved cartoons. I still do, but now I can separate TV from reality. Well, not only did I catch every episode of GI Joe, Transformers, Superman, and Batman... I actually believed I was those characters... especially Superman. So everyday I would get up and replace the superhero underoos with my blue tights, red underware with a yellow belt(outside the tights mind you), red socks, blue shirt complete with Superman emblem, and red superman cape (also with emblem). Then I would run around fighting crime in the streets until dinner time. Now you might say, "That's nothing. I used to dress up or I knew someone who dressed up." First of all it's not a contest so chill out. And secondly, keep reading. Well, then I got older and it came time for me to go to school. And this presented me with quite the delema. If I wore my superman clothes to school (which my mom was completely against) then everyone would know that I was superman. So, on school days I would get up, dress as superman (just like always), and then put my school clothes on over my superhero uniform... cape and all. After a while I began to realize that although I looked an awful lot like superman I couldn't really do any of those amazing things that he did... like fly. So my uncle told me that if I ate Peter Pan peanut butter I could fly. Remember I wasn't the brightest. So, I got my best friend and a giant jar of Peter Pan peanut butter and we found the tallest building around. We scaled to the top and proceeded to eat the entire jar. We weren't taking any chances. My best friend being the polite individual that he was urged me to go first. I stepped to the edge sick from the sheer volume of peanut butter I had just injested and proceeded to leap to certain doom. However, a nice lady happened to be walking by at that exact moment and talked us down. Time passed and I began realizing that I wasn't in fact superman... not just superman. I realized that I could be any superhero I wanted. So, I asked Santa Clause to bring me blue, green, and red tights with corresponding underwear. Now I could be Batman, the Flash, Aqua Man, or Superman of course. Sometimes I would wear three or four pairs of tights so that I could change on the go. My mom apparently didn't want me changing in broad daylight so she constructed me a phonebooth out of an old refrigerator box. Later I found other great charaters like Rambo and He-Man. And then I got a little confused and began mixing and matching superheros. There's a picture floating around of me with dressed in moon boots, tights, rain coat, goggels, cowboy hat, a machine gun modified into a laser gun with a plastic sword sheath, a rope with a make-shift grapple, and a sword strapped to my back. It's amazing I didn't get beat up more than I did. Embarrassing MomentsWe'll call this one "Communion". OK, so I'm 17 years old in high school, which was like the bane of my existance. I mean if those were the best years of my life then I'm in trouble. Anyway, there was this girl that I had a crush on from another town. So I went to visit her. Now you have to understand a few things about me. First, I was a complete loser in high school and so my self esteem was at like -212 kelvin. Secondly, I'm not good with girls. I get nervous and tongue tied and begin to sweat. Lastly, I had a huge crush on her, so everything else was multiplied to the power of 50. The weekend started of pretty good and I couldn't believe it. I was beginning to think that she might actually have some reciprocal feelings. Which would have been the first time since a girl in the seventh grade. So, Sunday morning comes around and I'm thinking it's smooth sailing from here. I mean I went to church almost every Sunday and I knew most of the answers, so church with her family would be a walk in the park. Oh, had I only known what was to ensue. Now I don't know how much you know about different churches, but different churches are exactly that... different. I didn't know this. I thought they were all basically the same. She went to an extremely formal and traditional Episcopal church. And I went to a no shoes, no shirt, no problem church. But, I was a "church-pro". I breezed through the processional, the candel lighting, and somehow was able to fake my way through all the things that the congregation had memorized and said together. But, then it came time for communion... Another thing that churches do differently is communion. At this particular church we were motioned up to the front a couple of rows at a time. We would then all kneel at the front of the church and await the Bishop. So now I was really nervous because in my mind I was not only on display for her entire family, but also the entire church. Well, the Bishop made his way down the row of people and placed an unlevened wafer in each of our hands... this is where everything fell apart. I didn't know exactly what to do with the wafer. At my church we would all get the bread and eat it at the same time and then we would get the juice and drink it at the same time. The main thing is that my pastor would always explain exactly what to do just in case it was the first time for someone. Well, that wasn't the case at this church. So, I have the wafer in my hand and I panic, because I didn't get any direction. So I think I'll just look to my left and right and see what the other people are doing and just go along. Well, I look to my left and everyone has their hands grasped together praying and meditating. Then I look to my right and see the same thing. No one had their wafer. So, I apparently missed the cue when we were all supposed to eat it at the same time. So, I quickly and stealthily eat my wafer and await the little juice cups. However, to my horror and complete dismay I look to my right and see the Bishop coming down the row of people with a goblet and everyone is dipping their wafer in the goblet and then eating it. I'm immediately covered in a cold sweat and I begin freaking out. What am I going to do when the Bishop gets to me? I don't have a wafer any more for dipping. I apparently couldn't contain my appatite any longer and ate it! The Bishop eventually got to me and heald out the goblet. What do I do? I froze. And so he nuged it closer to me. I was still frozen. And so he put it up to my face and made a clearing of the throat sound. By now the entire congregation is looking at me wondering what is the problem with "this person". I didn't know what to do and so I said, "I pass". And then he said, "excuse me, sir?" And so I said, "I pass" and motioned with my had for him to move on. I pass? I PASS! Is that the best I could come up with? Oh, poor brady. Needles to say I quickly left that town and never heard from her again. Shocker... Check out the Musicpaper people: ep ![]() The Archives ![]() Some of these songs actually got some radio play... thanks to Martin Lovelace and God of course. FilmBe the SolutionTake the planet challenge. This fun little game can be extremely eye opening. What you do is put in information on how much energy/food/resources you consume on a regular basis. Then it will tell you how many planet earths it would take to sustain us if everyone else on the planet consumed what you do. Here's the link. Tour
TeamFirst of all, I desperately need your help. There is only one of me and that just isn't enough to do all there is to be done. If by any chance you feel the slightest bit connected to the mission, the music or to me personally then I'd truly appreciate you taking the initative to jump in and get involved. Here are some ways you can get involved... 1. You can help me get to your event, your church, your retreat, or any venue your connected to. It's difficult and a little weird to promote myself and book events on my own. People like you are what makes it happen. If you have any interest in helping in this way please email 2. When I play in your area I'd much rather stay in a home with a family than in a hotel. It saves the promoter money and it's a great chance for me to get to know all different kinds of people from different walks of life. If you'd like to make your home available or you know someone who likes to open their home to strangers then email 3. I need a lot of help getting the word out about the music. There are a number of ways that I know of to do this and I'm sure you know even more. If this interests you email I know that I could never repay you for helping me out, but I'd like to do what I can to bless you. I have t-shirts and cds that I'd love to send your way as a very small thank you. BookingIf you are interested in having me come to your event, church, retreat, youth/college group, or venue of any kind please email Just know that my heart is not to accumulate wealth or make you jump through a lot of hoops. Having me is pretty simple and I will work with the budget that God has entrusted to you. Here are a few things that I typically do... 1. I have put together an event called "Change Your World" that I like to put on where the entire theme of the night is about being the hands and feet of Jesus. God has really burdened my heart for "the least of these." I desperately want to raise money and awareness for those locally, nationally, and world wide who are in need. 2. I also have a heart for worship. In fact, there is no feeling in the world like hearing God's children singing His praise. I believe that God has gifted me as a worship leader and I'd really enjoy worshiping with you. 3. Retreats and mission trips are so fun for me because I loving getting a chance to get to know people more deeply. Fellowship is the way of Jesus and I'd appreciate the chance to fellowship with you. 4. I'm always open to new ideas and new ways of doing God's working here on earth. If you have something in mind that I haven't thought of or has never been done before... I'm in. I deeply appreciate your consideration. MerchWhen I travel there are a lot of merch options... CDs, t-shirts, bags, etc. But, online you only have the option of buying music. So come to a show! Now Available on iTunespaper people: ep ![]() Albums I did under the band name "Wrent" ![]() Luke CoffeeLuke, if you'll right click on the song title you'll be given some options like "save linked file as, or save target as" click on one of those and then save it to your desktop. If that doesn't work email me and let me know.
Free For FriendsIf you'll right click on the song title you'll be given some options... Happy HolidaysIf you'll right click on the song title you'll be given some options... |
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