If you tossed RDO's memories into a hat and pulled them out one by one, the first might be the sound of Tom Waits mixed with the scent of coffee and fried potatoes.
The second might be the glittery shine of oversized jewelry hanging off the necks of the hip-hop artists whose photos adorned the vinyl that spun on his father’s turntable. The third might be singing backing vocals as a child in Portland, Oregon on his mother’s second folk album, his first experience in a recording studio. Perhaps it would be learning to read music and play Beethoven on violin with a school orchestra. Or it might be sitting on the front lawn after moving to Tennessee as a teen, clanking an old beginner electric guitar, learning to play Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Led Zeppelin songs.