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A little (a lot) more...
...about Luke Bob
My relationship with music started early. Before starting preschool I was humming along with my mom when she sang, putting on CD's full of Beethoven and Brahms, and I couldn't get enough of the old "Man Of La Mancha" soundtrack. Something about music drew me in.
In elementary school I tried my hand at piano. Immediately I expected that I'd be able to play like a virtuoso - learning John Williams pieces in one day, thinking that I would be able to re-create the sounds I loved hearing on CD's without practicing. I was no piano prodigy, never stuck with it long enough to be as good as I wanted. I later played cello in the school orchestra and when I had an enthusiastic and funny teacher in 5th grade, I loved it. In 6th grade my teacher tried too hard, got too frustrated... none of that made me want to continue.
In 8th grade, I picked up the family nylon string guitar (the nylon strings on there may not have been changed since we got it), and started lessons. I learned AC/DC, Linkin Park, Dick Dale amongst others and finally found what I never knew was missing from my musical life. A friend and a mentor all in the same person. Adam showed me how he multi-tracked himself covering bands I hadn't heard of - Death Cab For Cutie, Nevershoutnever, Tallest Man on Earth. He showed the whole school what someone could do with just their guitar and their voice when he sang "Hallelujah" (and crushed it). I went to my guitar teacher and told him I was no longer going to learn guitar from him. I was going to learn how to sing. I didn't know then what a wild roller coaster I'd just signed up for.
Fast forward - Adam and I have joined choir as Freshman in High School ('cuase the cheerleaders in Glee were in choir... that must be true everywhere... right?). The choir teacher found out I could sing a low G1 (take that, xploramaster09) and she put me in the advanced choir. Two choirs turned into musicals, acting in plays, leads in musicals, and finding a voice teacher who told me I could make a living singing for the rest of my life. All I had to do was sing Opera (well, opera or country music were the two options he gave me). This began my relationship with Classical Music. I traveled to Salzburg to sing in The Magic Flute with other singers, all in college or young professionals. I auditioned for music schools across the nation and got into the one I wanted - Indiana University.
My time at IU taught me a few things. I learned how to sing, found a technique that worked for me, a teacher that was incredibly kind and understanding. I found Acapella in "Another Round" (formerly SNC babyy). I sang in operas, musicals, sang recitals, was flown to Tel Aviv to sing in a vocal institute. You get the picture. Gone were the days of sitting in my best friend's room, figuring out harmonies to our favorite songs. Recording, going for a longboard ride, coming back, recording some more. No more playing guitar, singing with my eyes closed (big nono in classical Music), capitol "P" - Playing! with music. The endeavor had become a quest for perfection and I felt doomed at square one every day. I lost touch with my musical roots. I was still, eight years later, operating under the idea my first voice teacher gave me "As a low voice, you can only make a living singing Opera or Country! Opera is like chess, sophisticated, Country is like checkers, and will bore you after five years!". World-view defining opinions for an impressionable young high schooler.
I left Indiana in 2019. Drove my things home back to Bellingham, and sat. I took a breath, but the hustle of music school was still my modus operandi.
A year and a half of COVID isolation in my childhood bedroom did my headspace no favors, but I started to see my roots again. I had toyed with music production at the end of college, and in lockdown I went deep. I learned how to make trap/hip-hop beats, tropical house music, pop. I started instilling good habits - far away were the days of drinking beers and smoking joints every night. I was running in the morning, meditating, going to therapy, the whole shebang. I even recorded some audiobooks (peep the microphone logo at the top of the site. Click that).
Cut ...to making the move to Seattle with my cousin. I started to work at restaurants and a catering company. Still isolated, but I was out on my own. Andrew (cuzzo) helped me write songs for the first time since I was 15. I produced more music and started to move away from copying artists I liked, and developed a sound of my own. I played more and more guitar, started to try new and interesting things. I stepped out of my comfort zone and met new people, not as the "Opera Singer" but as myself.
Andrew helped my finish my first single "Jackie O'". Since releasing that, I made the cross country move to NYC. Now living in Queens, putting out original music and learning to express myself creatively are the only things on my to do list every day.