Once upon a time, a man who sang the likes of heavy metal, punk, and pop... could no longer find it in his heart to don his glitter shirt.  He grew weary of the fashionable and all things corporate.... and finally stumbled upon an old comfy shed. There he forged a sound that was true to his rock n' roll roots, yet distinctly his own.  And it was good. Raised in the humble steel town of Coatesville, Pennsylvania,  Crosson first made his way east to the pinelands of New Jersey and later found his way out into the hills of Tennessee.
The rest is musical history.