Welcome Friend,
Thanks for taking the time to visit. I am surprised to find myself making music again; it has been an odd journey since my days of crisscrossing state lines in a red bus. It always amazes me how much life can change and remain the same.

I grew up in the woods with a family who has strong religious and moral convictions. We did not watch tv or listen to the radio; instead, we raised sheep, goats, ducks, and so many more creatures. So you can imagine my intrigue when a pastor's son covertly slipped me a cassette tape of Led Zeppelin's "Houses of the Holy." I can remember listening to Plant's high voice, wondering why he sang like a woman, and being surprised that I really liked it. Our pastor had stopped playing his guitar 20 years earlier. He had been a full time working musician till on the subway ground he found a religious pamphlet; that writing moved him so much that he put music away with his guitar under his bed. I simply had to know how to play. I pestered him for months till he agreed and taught me. From there I built some bands and met my closest friends. It was surreal really; I mean, it is a strange experience to see your buddy actually pulled off stage by over 2,000 fans, or to work with a producer such as Michael Sweet who has experienced riding the wave of one Platinum and two Gold records. I have had the privilege of hearing my music played on radio stations across the country and touring 38 states in a big red bus with my brother and closest friends.

After all that, when I stepped off the bus, life really changed. I was tired; I felt I had nothing left to say through music. I felt that possibly everything I thought about life was wrong. Life sped up. My heart broke. My hand was destroyed in an accident; it took a year for it to heal. I was low. I had to learn all over again that life is for living. Jesse and I found some space in an old mill that hadn't been used for over a decade. It was full of garbage and had huge holes in the wall. I don't really know why we took it. I was thinking maybe I'd do some painting there or work on the book. We decided to just fix it up a little and found we had built a studio. I started making music again at the studio for the heck of it. I met beautiful people and connected with old friends through the studio, and now I find myself here with an album and a band. I think music is just how I talk with the world, and after all I have been through, I have a lot to say.

With Love,
Cole Gove