25 years of punk rock and video games
The bedroom I launched my first company in my childhood home. (Age 15)
I grew up in a small town named Piner, Kentucky. It’s nestled in the country, just 30 mins south of Cincinnati, OH and an hour north of Lexington, KY. It’s a town so small we don’t have our own zip code, so we borrow it from the nearest area known as Morning View, 41063.
I loved where I grew up, in the country away from the world and surrounded by what I’d come to learn to be the nicest people I’d ever meet in my life. We didn’t have much but we also didn’t have nothing.
My father, a man who served in the Air Force during Vietnam and retired from the United States Post Office afterwards, was a modest and kind man who took care of my brother and I, as well as our mother. He never quit, he never complained, and he very proudly never called in sick.
One day, he was sick and so was I. I’d admit, my illness was self induced stress, whereas his was legitimate, but I told him I wanted to stay home and he said “You can’t.”
“but I’m sick!” I proclaimed, resting assured that there was no argument to that.
“You don’t call in sick, Bobby. You get up and you do the work.” he stated firmly.
“You’ve never called in sick?”, I wondered aloud and without hesitation he replied “No.”
He wasn’t kidding. I come to learn the importance of commitment and dedication. A relentless driving force to decide what you want to do, and do it. I learned that perseverance is a requirement for success. From that point forward, I just started building and I never quit.
The End of Social Media
A lot of people reading this entry at the time of it’s publishing are most likely reading it out of curiosity. I’ve cleansed my Twitter feed, my Bluesky feed, made my YouTube videos private, deleted my TikToks, YouTube shorts, Instagram and Threads account. Then I started… a blog?
“Yes, yes I did.”
I’ve missed long-form expressions. I’ve missed non-social media. Where a creation can be made, exist, and die without the creator ever knowing if it impacted a single soul. I miss not knowing your opinion of my creative output or even knowing that you know its existence.
I want to be able to share, but I don’t need to know how many people read it or saw it, how many liked it or disliked it; I don’t need anyone to share it or subscribe to it. I just want to know if it exists for those looking for it. I do not say that out of malice or hatred. I do not think anyone’s opinion is nasty, negative, or unwarranted. It’s just that when it comes to my passions, I need a place to share them devoid of monetization or advertising. I don’t want it to be “content”.
This website and notepad will become the archive for everything I have a hand in creating and celebrating the last 25 years of creations. From the moment my dad told me that “you don’t call in sick, you get up and you do the work”. From that first record label, Classic Filth, that I started in my bedroom of a doublewide trailer in Piner, Kentucky, to today when I’m releasing more projects across a wider range of mediums than I’ve ever done in the past. New Games, New Music, New TV Shows, New Platforms.
From time to time, I’ll do a deep dive into past projects, talk about their formations, their successes and failures, the lessons that came from them, and the ‘inside baseball’ about how all of it happens behind the scenes.
In Conclusion
If I had one goal with these writings, it would be to share a piece of myself and this journey with you to help you see a perspective that expands your own. You’ll take a piece of my life story and my accomplishments, especially my failures, and apply it to your life in a way that helps you make better decisions. I hope it enables you to reach heights far beyond my own and that I never have to know - unless we meet in person, then I’d love to hear all about it and celebrate your victories!
