Hey, I’m Alec.
In middle school, I scooped up a cheap 3-piece drum set from its the display window of Skippy’s Music, rented a four track recorder and wrote, produced and distributed a full-length album on cassette tape under the alias Sam (I’d prefer to never hear it again). With that, a love for all things writing, mixing and recording was born.
A couple things about me: I’ve made music with a band that composed and performed entirely on children’s toys, and with people in inpatient psychiatric units. My original song list of over 200 compositions has mostly been composed to Shel Silverstein’s poems before I re-write the lyrics. I have listened to God Only Knows perhaps 10,000 times and never once tired of it, which should tell you everything about my aspirations: melody and harmony.
Having gigged everywhere from cold Brooklyn warehouses to a nun’s convent, I now mostly scurry around the house in the wee hours, coffee in hand, writing music most mornings before fulfilling demands for more syrup from my daughters. I’m trying to find more peace, which means: more music.
