I was born in Maine and lived there for a while, my dad was stationed in the Navy. My dad split, and mom moved us to the low rent back bays of the southern New Jersey shore. I didn't have much growing up. My mom, being a single parent, raised three kids the best she could. . The name the WILLIAMSBOY is a direct reflection of a family on the move, and the stigma of being on welfare. Whenever something was wrong, missing, or troubled in the neighborhood, I always heard, "must be that Williamsboy." It stuck, first as kind of an epithet, but now, it’s a more of a badge of honor. I first touched a guitar when I was 6, I recall. It was in a closet at my grand mom’s house. I had my fun with it for about a month or two. No one in the house knew how to play the thing so I had to figure it out on my own. Like most everything else. So, I would listen to the radio, along with my older brother’s garage band through the woodwork and try to find the notes that were playing. Eventually I was playing along to the country radio stations. I had no idea what the hell I was playing, I just went by ear and if it sounded right, that was all right for me. And it still is. So I suppose that tells you where I came from, but not so much where I am. To borrow from the great Steve Earle, I’m pretty much of a “hard core troubadour,” in the tradition of Woody, Bruce, and The Band. But just like most writers I admire, I believe “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.” So you might hear echoes of Wilco, Beck, or even something with no label at all. My new album is called Analog. First, it is a collection of songs about people, real life, mystery, hardship, and redemption. Second, because it was recorded at Laughing Boys Recordings in South Orange NJ. An analog studio, no computers involved. I feel blessed to have a great group of musicians giving life and depth to my music, and a producer, Bill Levinson, who shares my vision and gives wings to my songs. Enjoy. Thank you for your time. |
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