The Canceled Wild Harmonica Album
I approached the guitar by trying to play my emotions. What I was hearing had some blues in it, but everyone’s life pain varies in style.
I also did it because my father once suggested I play the harmonica—the only instrument he ever mentioned for me to play when I was in my teens. I never really made it a main instrument, but I happened to get one from my mother in 2025.
My father barely listened to blues around me, if at all. My first real sit-down-and-listen experience with blues was Sleepy John Estes in 2009.
My dad had a private way of blowing between his thumbs and would smile while doing it. I never really put that memory into words before giving that harmonica a try. He played a wind instrument, though I’m not sure if anyone ever saw him do the thumb-blowing thing that way.
The strange wind sounds I grew up making—some people thought were from another planet before 2012—actually came into use on the harmonica sessions though discarded.
Back in 2012, it went a little deeper than me just making wind effects. I was training myself to swim underwater longer, and I had picked up an ancient book about breathing techniques. That also showed on the harmonica.
Playing the harmonica those days of 2025 gave me a new sense of wonder about my father’s impression on me. Though I lost those recordings due to inexperience of mixing it all. Yet the wild experimental skills also helped evolve my singing.
The Blues style somewhat shows in my photos mainly and a few songs like the current Gilsie Oh Gilsie. That Blues in me, I owe thanks to nearly all my ex’s, My father drilling me, & the tuff things I felt in Cincinnati, with that, brought many moods.