Be Prolific.

It’s what separates the ordinary from the extraordinary

I don’t have many regrets when it comes to playing music. Instead of going to college, I opted to follow my childhood dreams and joined a hard rock band.

There was little internal debate about that decision — and there’s never been a regret.

I loathed school — at least the “schoolwork” part — and I was obsessed with music, so the choice was easy. I still consider it the best choice I’ve ever made.

It’s a decision that was made by a hard-partying 19-year-old who wore a baseball cap that said “LSD” on it. (I had an “L” sewn onto a San Diego Padres cap).

Who knew that ne’er-do-well would be mapping out the course of my life?

I’m glad he did.

The things I got to experience (and still do) I wouldn’t trade for the world.

I only have one regret…

I wish I had written more songs.

I wish I had been “prolific.”

Like most young musicians, my dream was to sell out stadiums, tour the globe, and make platinum albums.