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For What It's Worth
Kyle Whitcomb
Acoustic rock and pop music from San Diego, CA.
Collection Contents
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Crazy | 3:35 | Play |
| 2 |
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Forget Me Like This City | 2:54 | Play |
| 3 |
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Would You | 4:30 | Play |
| 4 |
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Poor Timing | 3:13 | Play |
| 5 |
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Thank You | 3:09 | Play |
| 6 |
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This Morning | 4:45 | Play |
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Description
So here goes. Everything you never wanted to know about me, but always wondered: Well the obvious is that my name is Kyle and I was born in San Diego, California on March 27th 1985. I've been playing guitar, singing, and writing for just about as long as i can remember. Even before i played guitar, I sang but was always too shy to do it for anyone but the shower head.
My first guitar that I can remember was a little 1/2 size Fender Stratocaster copy. Might have been a Squire. I guess that started my Fender love early on cause I still play them today. Electrics not Acoustics. I don't like Fender's acoustic guitars. I would have to say that I first started writing when I was about 13 or 14. However, I don't still have any of those songs. Trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to hear them. I know I don't. The oldest song I've written that I still play is "Would You," the third track on my new EP "For What It's Worth." I wrote it when I was 18 for a girl that I was madly in love with. I even took her to the beach one night and played it for her. I know, I know, it's some cheasy hopeless romantic kinda stuff, but you do those kinds of things when you're in love. Well, at least I do.
After high school I left for Sonoma State University to study in their Music Recording and Production program. During my first semester there, the entire program was cut out due to budget cuts. Perfect, right? So now, I was stuck at a school I didn't really want to be at in the first place with no major. There was truly so little to do at the school that I was left with two options to occupy my time: writing music and drinking. A lot of songs were written and a lot of drinks were consumed. I probably would have gone insane if it weren't for the amazing friends I made while I was there. I now say that the two best decisions I've ever made were: going to Sonoma, and leaving Sonoma. That's what "Thank You" is about.
Once my two year prison sentence at SSU was finished, I was able to transfer to San Diego State University to be with my one true love: San Diego. Once back home, I began to write more and more and finally had a few songs I was really happy with and felt comfortable sharing with the world. Enter Myspace. I opened a music account and threw a few songs on there. After about a month, I got a message from a guy named Ian Sutton who claimed to be a new recording engineer here in San Diego and wanted to know if I would be interested in recording with him. After meeting up with him and realizing that he was on the level (hey, it sounded too good to be true, so I was skeptical) we embarked on the months long adventure of a session here or there, rescheduling times, even starting entirely over a couple times. Then finally, after a lot of fun, hard work, and a fair share of frustration, "For What It's Worth" was finally finished and able to be released in March/April 2006.
Now, in 2006 with my life exposed to anyone willing to listen to a song or two, I couldn't be happier. I'm currently playing open mic's and shows when I can book them (or when I can play at a friend's house) and just working on getting my music out to whomever will listen.
-Kyle