Lynyrd Skynyrd once sang about a truck-drivin' man who got by on coffee, booger sugar, and the floozies waiting for him at every stop. Scott Rocks is a different kind of truck-drivin' man.
Like the big rig operator Skynyrd sang of, I make my living on the highways — but I’m also a gifted singer blessed with a menacing baritone and a steely tenor. A south-Jersey based musician, I compose infectious, spaced-out songs inspired by the strange mix of bands you’ll hear spinning in Rocks’ cab at any given time — the Doors, Soundtrack of Our Lives, Slayer, Guided By Voices, and The Cars. I’m a kick-ass guitar player, too! A triple threat, to be sure.
Similar to GBV’s Robert Pollard (who was a full-time schoolteacher until he became a full-time indie rock giant in his late 30s), I have never let age or a vocation stand in the way of bringing the rock. I might not be a freshly scrubbed whippersnapper (age is irrelevant, but let’s just say I was fronting bands like the shoulda-coulda-woulda Love Sandwich when CDs still came in long boxes), yet I’m far from over the hill.
Although I spends long days and nights driving, I devote the rest of my waking hours to music, crafting mildly psychedelic masterpieces like Daywalker, 3 Aliens, and Pam-N-Jim in my home studio. I then take them to Delaware Valley stages, backed by the lockstep rhythm section of drummer Jeff Stevenson, bassist Chris Eike, and keyboardist Sean McKenna.
It might not be the kind of story and sound that will get you on the radio or TRL, but then those bastions of artifice-laden crap are hardly about the music anymore, anyway. I am truly about the music. And in these inspired D.I.Y. times, where avenues like file-sharing, free downloads, MySpace, YouTube, and gig swaps can make anybody a bedroom genius, artists of substance who don’t fit into the mainstream’s narrow margins are finally getting heard. Artists like myself.
Contact me today if you wish to learn more about my music, my band, or to make a booking!