Hi, I’m Tyrone Wells. I’ve sat down with a number of different writers for “bios” to be written. Somewhere along the line I got to thinking… “If this is supposed to be all about me, why don’t I just write it? I’m pretty familiar with the subject at hand.”

In 2nd grade, music began to move me. I had it bad for Amy who sat three desks in front of me in Miss Rush’s class. I got up the guts to ask her to go steady with me via note and she checked the “yes” box. Also, she gave me her class picture and drew hearts and wrote my name on the back of it. Basically everything was right in the world. After school at night (when I was supposed to be sleeping), I used to tune in to the love songs show on the radio. You know the one where people call in and talk on the radio and dedicate songs? And then there’s always that DJ with a cheesy, whispery voice that summarizes what the caller already said. Anyways, I would listen to those songs and just hold that picture of Amy in my hands. My heart would soar.

Making music was a big part of my culture growing up. My mom played piano and my dad played accordion. Everyone in our family sang. I have four sisters and I am the youngest and only boy. My sisters had a singing group when they were teenagers and they recorded a record. I thought they were HUGE. They sang their songs at churches and did some touring. I think watching them do their thing made me want to follow in their footsteps. My dad was, and still is a pastor…a great one too. At our church growing up, we would do a lot of singing. Still, when I sing those ancient hymns that have been sung for years, I get goose bumps. 

In 7th grade I developed a crippling stage fright. For the next seven to eight years, I was terrified of singing in front of people. I was ok if it was a choir or several voices, but the minute it was just my voice alone, I would literally kind of lose it. My voice would get sort of siren-y.. siren-y is not a word, but you get the idea. In the eighth grade I was in this singing contest and I had to perform a solo. When it was my time to sing, I still remember how clammy my hands were, how hard it was to breathe, and that I could feel fear shooting out of my eyes. I opened my mouth to sing and a strange, warbly sound came out of my mouth. Basically, this was my frustrating experience for a long time. I could sing well until I was actually in front of people. To this day I still won’t sing the National Anthem because of a bad experience in high school. I’ve been asked to sing at the Los Angeles Dodgers games, New York Knicks games and several other sporting events, but I always turn it down. This, I know, is irrational. I’ve sung in front of tens of thousands of people… but for some reason I can’t convince myself to do it. 

In high school, in Spokane, Washington, in the 90’s, it was still cool to have a mullet. I had one. Then, in the 11th grade I got a job at TJMaxx. I worked there for 3 years, and somehow I became the lead of the lady’s department. It was here, at TJMaxx, that I realized that I didn’t want to work at TJMaxx… or any other store, or anywhere else really, ever again. I wanted to play music. 

Biographies usually paint a flowery picture of the subject at hand. They tell of all that has been accomplished. This being an autobiography, I will say that I am very proud of what has happened with my music, but I won’t lay out everything that has happened. I’ll just say that my music has gone far beyond me and I am thrilled about it. Instead, I think I’d like to let you in on an even more meaningful accomplishment in my eyes. I am married. I am learning to love and be loved, to forgive and be forgiven, to choose day in and day out to care for one person unlike I care for anyone else. It’s awesome, I recommend it. It’s a beautiful thing. 

A funny thing about this business is “fame”. Let me talk about fame for a second. Fame is a strange thing. So many people long for it, yet fame often seems to eat those that acquire it alive. I wouldn’t consider myself famous at all… although, some people have asked me if I have a bodyguard. Which means, I guess, that some people consider me famous. I don’t by the way (have a body guard) if you’re wondering. Anyways, back to the point, I would consider myself moderately well known, and possibly moving toward “famous”. But fame is not my goal. I have seen the wreckage of fame mishandled around me, and frankly it kind of scares me. All this to say, if my music becomes wildly successful and rockets me into undeniable fame… I will go carefully and with a sense of humor. I don’t have any grandiose ideas about my own importance. I’m just a dude that loves making music. It’s the only job I can see myself doing. Thanks for reading and I hope you like the music.