Seamus was brought up by a colorful mixture of Free-Love Hippies and Born Again Fundamentalists - but somehow he survived intact. Then straight out of school, he cut his teeth rocking the town of Adelaide, South Australia during the nineties in cult band Reckoning. They did pretty good, until the hammer came down. By the time he was twenty-two he was one feral freak indeed, and was on the run from the law. Under cover of darkness, and wearing clothing inappropriate for the weather, he moved to Melbourne, Victoria (Australia) and turned to managing a health cafe whilst simultaneously struggling with a substance abuse challenge. At the time, the irony was completely lost on him. He then developed a passion for psychedelic meditation which enabled him to get back on the good-foot, and subsequently joined the band Quill. They did ok for a bit, but the heat was closing in, so Seamus stowed away on a rusty freighter and went adventuring through Asia until he got stuck - cashless and dazed by the bright lights in Japan. After doing solo gigs in Tokyo to pay his way home (and doing some more meditation), he cruised back to Melbourne, where he was welcomed home by a pyscho who beat the living sh*t out of him at Greasy Joe’s diner in St Kilda. Once his broken bones healed, Seamus spent a few years playing in the front bars of Melbourne, honing his craft and always writing new songs. On the side he has run a nightclub, made coffee in countless Melbourne cafes, had about twelve or thirteen articles professionally published, travelled to Europe, Melanesia and Asia, wrote a thriller novel, stuck that under his bed for safe keeping, taught meditation, and (reluctantly) worked in the corporate sector. He now works from home running his business Rebel Zen Media, and teaching his baby girl to clap along to Bob Dylan. Ok I am sick of talking about myself in the third person. Go buy my songs!