Performing on the Main Stage Friday August 14th, from 4-4:30pm
and on the Show wagon on Friday from 7-8pm
My name once was and still is Ryan. I come from a family of Ryan lovers. I hope I don't have many haters though I know they do exist in this cruel world. I grew up in a small town just north of Gatlenburg, Mississippi. I remember hot days in the kitchen and cold days in the meat coolers. My father was a train conductor and my mother worked in the fields picking berries and grapes for bottles of wine she would sell to vendors when she traveled to France. I remember hearing her whistle and hum as she worked. Songs like Break on Through, and Sanitarium, sometimes I would hear her whistle Purple Haze, but only if she thought no one was around. Dad would come home with deer and buffalo jerky and we would often eat that for dinner. Sometimes we would have canned beans and sausages. I can't remember my siblings names. I'll refer to them as X and the number 7. They were both wonderful creatures until the wildebeast got ahold of them one evening. What a tragic event... However the trauma inspired me to become a songwriter shortly after to deal with the losses. The first song I ever wrote was at the age of 11 and it was heard world-wide. It was called "If I ever was a lover I certainly am now (But then they died)" The Indonesian culture loved it and has been a huge fanbase for me since that time. Much love. Much love.
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