what would it sound like if some dude was raised in rural Alabama for half of his life then moved back to his home state of Georgia, became a bush league pro wrestler, retire from that before he got crippled up too bad, started a band called Hellstomper, toured the nation a few times, put out more records than they deserved, called it quits to raise a family the best he could, start writing and recording crap in his underground recording studio, play live only when the moon is right, start his own record label for the sole purpose of putting his own records out, making sure no profit is ever made.....Well you found him. This is what it sounds like. It ain't Folk, it ain't Rock, hell it may not even be that good, but it don't sound like nuthin' else, and it's what I do. If the Good Lords willin', I'll keep it up for a while. My lyrics are only deep in my shallow head. Just here to entertain myself, if my tune get's stuck in your head, I appologize, if you dig it....SWEET!!