One may very well ask, how does an Emmy Award winning investigative TV journalist more comfortable with primates & marsupials find himself as a music critic. One word. INSANITY. (Damn you autocorrect) PASSION.Yes there was the 10 years of stringent choir practice & the 100's of hours in DJ booth at some of DC's finest, and I'll be perfectly honest, some not so fine, venues that honed my ear and on a few occasions threatened vocal nodes. No wait, actually that probably was just the vodka fueled Kylie Minogue sing alongs and wild screaming at 1000+ live concerts/performances since the tender age of 10 (Amy Grant will always be my Baby, Baby).The rather exalted title of Music Critic (Insert emoji of eye rolls here. I am not blind to the fact there is no love lost on us critics),has come from covering the newest music worthy of Wordpress's publish button. For over the 5 years I have clicked the publish button as Editor-In-Chief of Grammy site Kick Kick Snare, Music Contributor to The Washington Blade/OutrageDC, & Editor of cult hero Coffee & Bars. So against all better judgment I've dedicated countless hours, those my mother often reminds me would be better spent keeping friends, going to the gym, hell even sleeping, or trying to have what most people might call a "life," to write about musicians and spread the word on all the Pop music worthy of the interwebs.