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joseph J. cox
Born: February 19, 1986, 26 years old
Hometown: Boston, MA
Instruments Played: Bass, Keyboards, The Mixing Console, The Compressor, and The Equalizer
Background: Studied Mathematics and Physics (B.S. Eastern Nazarene College). Performed physics research under NSF grants at Harvard University (2006) and Indiana University (2007). Studied Applied Mathematics (M.S. Santa Clara University).
Interests: Algebraic Geometry; arguing with philosophers; building up and tearing apart technology; Solid State Physics; the Culinary Arts; writing essays and expositions
While my work as a scientist has always been rewarding, the fact is there has never been much of a mechanism for me to express how I feel about living life and enduring its pain. Music has always been an interest of mine, however it was never but a blip on the horizon in the paths I had chosen. I have always been one to excel at many different things, whether it had been physics, mathematics, technological explorations, drawing, writing, rhetoric. However my success in musical endeavors had always been much more elusive, while I had the ears and the knowledge, my abilities to play an instrument were always sub-par. It wasn't until one of my music teachers introduced me to a recording engineer that I discovered my passion and skills in music, here was a way to merge my technical skills and my explorations in music. As I began to develop the technical knowledge to form recordings I also began to produce many of the artists I worked with. While many of these artists were enjoyable to work with, I always felt that true depth was lacking in their writing. It was in this lack of depth that I felt that the production would always suffer, and I could never truly connect with the artist's 'message'. It wasn't until I began to work with Jeff that I discovered someone who not only held a passion for his music, but a deep connection to the agony, pain and uncertainty that life has imbued in our existence; the same feelings that all of us experience but that none of us want to admit, the same feelings that inhibit our lives, the same desperation that lives within me. |
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