Born in Atlanta, Georgia and raised in Gwinnett County, Dylan Case White has been writing in various capacities since grade school (I mean we were all forced to right?). Poetry incited much, yet did not explain enough. His father and mother put him to sleep as a child with Vivaldi, and he grew up frequenting and listening to his dads severe case of the blues at his bands gigs. Family Holidays throughout his childhood often involved eight hour drives, and hits from the 50’s and 60’s on cassettes. High school and his local music scene brought out a taste for hard/death(core) music—with more often than not violently passionate live performances—he fronted and wrote guitar in a band which never really went anywhere for the typical reasons. Years later he now writes from a genuinely vulnerable perspective, tending to feel naked and unashamed on stage, as well as his personal life. He loathes writing in third person to explain himself, and would rather grab a mug and have a chat.
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God bless, and Christ be with you.