The road to my current tastes is a saddening one littered with poor choices. Though the original group that made me decide I wanted to be involved in music does still fit under other, oddly enough though the group was ICP. I think I was 15 when I was listening to them. It's just taken this time for my decision to mature and seek true quality in music. Though I didn't actually begin as a guitarist. I was such a lame ass, I took up bass first because I thought it would be easier. Go figure, the music I listened to at the time was easier. In fact, it was so easy that I was bored to death and at one point almost drifted out of playing music. A year later I acquired a guitar and told my friends "it's just for kicks, I'm a bassist, I've no desire to be a guitarist at all, let alone a good guitarist." Nowadays I'm lucky to be able to keep up with my guitars when playing bass. And to add insult to injury, since the day I got my guitar the notion of me ever not playing for even a week (excluding business trips) is unheard of. How times change, eh? Well, that's my story.