Technically, I do live in the high desert but my name is not Will. I wanted be a fireman, policeman, pro athlete, etc. You know...


Around age six or so "Let 'Em In" by Paul McCartney reached, grabbed, and locked me in forever. Enter Queen, Aha, Def Leppard, Pink Floyd, The Cure, Tom Waits, Les Miserables, Iron Maiden, Beethoven, Mormon Tabernacle Choir, The Head And The Heart , and hundreds and hundreds of others--they all drew me in and held me tight, never to let go. Over time came the realization that the specific genre of a musical piece meant little to no difference to me. Good music was (and still is) good music. 

For many moons I would have just died to have only one thing: to become a rockstar. I'm not sure why I chose that path, but, well...there you go. At the time, that what seemed to be the ultimate musical journey. I don't seek or need the "star" part of it anymore. I'll let others take on that burden. I'm eternally grateful that the good Lord led me, whilst I kicked and screamed along the way, down a different path. So blessed. Thank you, Lord! 


Yet the love and fire for music still burns. More than ever. For me it feeds the soul in a way that nothing else can. There seems to be a greater purpose here. I sense that this love of music existed long before being dropped onto this nutty yet sublime planet; there's no question that I love it now, and I do believe the enchantment with this fun thing we humans do with air will continue to grow far beyond the grave.

I write, record, produce, and perform music. Some of it ain't too bad. Hope you'll give it a shot.

-Brian Randall Carter, DESERT WILL