My name is Ronnie Day, but not really. A few years back I created a profile on Myspace for my music, and I asked my modest fan base to pick my last name. It?s not that I was born without one, my parents are Guglielmone?s, it?s just that I like to keep things simple. So, together we picked something easy and optimistic, Day. With this new name and little else, I tested out of high school and started my journey.

Having left school at 16, I didnt have much money. Honestly, I didnt have any. So, I started teaching guitar and music theory. Within a few weeks I had a full schedule of students, and I began putting dollars into the bank. When I could afford it, I would buy instruments, microphones and other recording equipment. Eventually, I locked myself in a room with a book on audio production, and I started working on my first album.

I have a poor sense of time, so I dont know exactly how long I was locked in my room, but after what felt like nine sleepless nights, I unlocked the door and re-entered the world with just that: Nine Sleepless Nights, my independent debut. I didnt have any money left at that time, but I wanted to manufacture copies of the album I had made. Not interested in working a day job, I called some of my old students and started teaching again. Money has never been about numbers to me; I can?t stand math. Rather, I think of it like a bridge used to cross gaps between myself and my goals. I?m something of a soulful engineer in that sense.

Before long I had saved enough to manufacture an initial pressing. Quickly releasing my music to an internet public, I found that the public wasnt buying. I felt like that kid you see on the corner selling lemonade... The one who cant sell anything... Undiscouraged, I started writing to people one by one online. Then, those people started talking, too. I grew my online fan base and in time I had a small following. There werent many of us, but together we managed to manipulate several key websites. As a proverbial wave of momentum grew, I decided to go proverbial surfing. I borrowed my mom?s car and went on tour.

I called upon my fans for their support, and once again, they supported. Now, some artists say that they appreciate their fans. You?ve heard it, that speech: "Id be nothing with out you! God Bless!" Well, when I say this, I really mean it. Id be nothing without these incredible people. Kids from across the country provided me with food, living room floors to sleep on, and backyards to play in. I packed my guitar, a keyboard, some ramen noodles and I went.

CD sales started increasing, people started talking more, and before long the music industry was throwing money in my face. I didn?t need it, so I chose to record another album on my own. I moved to Los Angeles for a month and built some tracks with Stacy Jones, the singer of American Hi-Fi, and his buddy Bill Lefler. I never once looked back... From the moment I left school, through my self-funded tours, to the apartment I could barely afford in Hollywood, it was all a blur and I was consumed by every moment of it. Meanwhile, my first and only girlfriend of three years was living very much outside of these moments.

While in Hollywood, I began to reflect and realize how much I missed my family. I was recording love songs for Jamie, painfully aware of the fact that I hadn?t seen her in months. On a whim, I decided to put the recording session on hold for a visit home. I drove all night, only to learn that I had lost my first and only love to a stranger. The Album (Yeah, thats what Im calling it), is a collection of musical moments-- snapshots I took from this chapter of my life. From the happy days in "Half Moon Bay" to the road in "Written at a Reststop", and through the breakup with "My Only Friend", I share my journey in song. I left school, left home, left my only love and learned a lot along the way. Im Ronnie Day and I dont know where Im going next, but I know it should be interesting.