Book addict, arts/theater enthusiast and insatiable musicologist, almost in that order
I began poking at my parents' piano at age eight and haven't stopped exploring the music world since. My childhood music tutor taught me about classical, some good teenage friends shared a taste for folk and progressive rock, a guitar-obsessed boss soon gave me a listening course in blues with a side of Miles and Jaco, and it's only kept snowballing from there. I like to think I've occasionally gleaned something from digging into everything available and obsessing over it more than is probably healthy.
The Philly scene provides a great way of supporting my habit and keeping me off the streets. There are worse addictions to have, right?