NICK-NAME: Seth
FULL NAME:
BIRTHDATE: 09/08/1981
WHAT CITY: San Jose, California, USA

I play guitar, and started doing this in 1999, while I was a senior in High School. I also sing, write songs, and occasionally, but not recently, write poetry. I decided to start out with guitar because my father gave me his old one, and I broke it on accident. I felt really bad so as some sort of consolation, I saved my money and eventually bought another one, a Washburn acoustic/electric. It was used, but had a good sound. I promised myself that I would learn the instrument because of the incident with the guitar my father gave me. As far as singing goes, I have never really thought of myself as a vocalist in any respect, and didn't expect that I would be singing with Demeri Followed until I was kind of forced into the position. I guess I don't mind all that much, although my stage fright takes its toll on my weak nerves. My goal with making music is to reach other people who can relate to the feelings I try to reproduce through the sounds.

Well, I was born on June 27th in a small town in Northwest Alabama, called Tuscumbia. My father's name is Arthur, and my mother's is Kate. My mom is a lot younger than my dad, almost twenty years difference. My dad was a very loyal southerner, and was proud to serve in the Confederate Army during the Civil War. My house growing up wasn't the most comfortable or physically appealing one, but it worked for us. It was a plain white clapboard house that my grandparents built back in the 20's. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my dad worked as an editor for a weekly newspaper called the "North Alabamian", but of course, he didn't make a very good living with that kind of job, even though with the long hours, one might expect that we were always well fed. My dad also owned a cotton plantation, where he and my mom would both work. It was nice to grow up with farm animals, because that way we were able to make our own butter, lard, and on the special occasion, we even killed one of the pigs and had ourselves some bacon for breakfast, and then ham for lunch and supper. The part of my story that you would have never guessed is that when I was only about a year and a half old, I fell very ill with fever, and the doctors expected that I wouldn't live to see my second birthday, because there was nothing that they could do to help me. But guess what? I'm alive and well, and the only thing that separates me from any other intelligent person is that I happen to be blind and deaf, but that's never stopped me. Oh wait, that's Helen Keller's life.