Wylie O'Rylie

Hey everyone! Much like yourself, I have had an interesting life. I was born (ofcourse) and moved to Jakarta Indonesia and lived there untill I was 7.

Living in such an exotic county as Indonesia totally shaped my life in such a humble way. I was exposed to foreign language, foreign food, art, culture, ideas and of course, music.

I started out on the piano at the age of 4. This helped shape my ear and although I didnt stick with piano the same way I did a guitar, playing piano allowed me to explore the differnt tones, and "colors" of music. I played piano off and on for my the rest of my childhood, and also played the trumpet a little.

When I was in fourth grade, I remember having an assembly at school for all the kids in my grade. It was our introduction to "strings" or orchestra. The teacher demonstrated the violin, the viola, and the cello. None of those instuments really called to me, but when the teacher pulled out the doublebass, WOW!!!! I FOUND MY CALLING. The BASS (strangly it would actually be another 10 years till I owned my own doublebass). So after arguing with my mom for the next 4 years, I finally convinced her to get me a bass guitar.

So I was about 12 years old and I had a bass guitar now. Finally I could live my dream and be the rock star I knew I was destined to be. There was just one problem. My mom refused to pay for lessons. If you knew my mom, you would have seen this one coming. Her attitude was that if it was important id figure it out. Well, this was during the time when AOL and Prodigy were your only two internet providers. Infact, the internet was just getting started, so there wasnt alot of music stuff and I also lived in Middle of No Where Northern Virginia at this time. None of this really mattered anyway because a few months later I got caught cheating on a geography test and my mom took my bass from me and never gave it back, but I did'nt give up.

So I moved to CA with my dad when I was 17. He totally supported me and quickly got me a bass and lessons. This is when the magic really happened. Since the day I got my (second) bass, I never put it down.