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[01 Sep 2008|05:39pm] |
Jonathan Otis was born into a lower middle class family. His mother came from the heart of New York and his father from Texas. His grandparents on his mother's side however came from Macon, Georgia but had raised his mother in New York City, wanting a better life for their children. Even though he has genetic ties in many different states, he grew up with his parents in San Diego, California. It was a certainly different place to grow up. It was a large city, and diverse cultures all around him. It also the perfect place that a young kid could get into trouble. At the early age of fourteen, he began to experiment with alcohol and marijuana. By the time he was eighteen, he had tried a few other party drugs. The older he got, the more experience in the field he got. Luckily though learning from the streets of San Diego proved to be a big help and he never got into trouble. He always wished he lived in the era of mobsters so he could be one of them and being a gangsta really wasn't in his plan. To him the gangsters of today's society held no class.
Even though his grandparents lived far away from him he always felt as if he had been closer to them as opposed to his parents. Being an only child he had to experience and see everything in the household himself. His parents marriage had always been rocky and early on in life he feared it was a mistake that they were even together. His father was an alcoholic and was very verbally abusive to both him and his mother. His mother was a pill addict. Both of his parents had their own little escapes and so when his life went astray they never even noticed. His grandparents used to always come visit him, and his grandfather would bring old music that he used to listen to along with him. A lot of it was old blues music which he took in like a sponge. Because of the area he grew up in, hip hop being the most dominant choice of music, he also took that in. He got regular rock and roll from his father, and all the other little bits from his mother.
His musical influences began to grow in him and around the age of sixteen, while he was busy partying and having a good time, his grandfather came to visit again. Jonny had been talking a lot about how he wanted to have a drum set of his own so he'd be able to learn how to play. His grandfather had bought him a set for his birthday and well his parents couldn't quite say no to a gift now could they? From that time on, all he cared to really do in his life was end up having a band with the eclectic musical influences of his life rolled into one.
At the age of twenty, his grandfather passed away and it was a very rough time for him. He got even heavier into the partying and was devastated to learn that his grandmother was put in a home in New York City since his parents didn't want to take care of her, and it was the state that his grandmother had lived in for many years, raising his mother and the rest of their children. His parents were living in a rut, caught in the time of the past and he could see that they were wasting away their lives. He wasn't going to let that happen to him so instead, he decided to take off for New York City himself.
Now at age twenty-one having lived in the state for almost two years now, he had fallen in love with the city and could never see himself leaving it again. He was determined to found a band with someone, wanting to live the life he'd been living freely without having to worry about rent as much, which he never did. Sometimes he had to sleep on people's couches when he didn't get rent money on time, but that was okay. He didn't mind it so much. Living life was more important to him than materialism. Always had been.
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