A man with nothing to show for what he has accomplished in life took some time off from Berklee College of Music and set out to rerecord and rewrite 3 albums worth of original songs, all of which were written between the supple ages of 12 and 17 in the quiet mountain town known as Santa Fe, New Mexico. This is the (current) Ry Mohon Story.
I believe that all forms of art are just layers of beautiful hypocrisy... So why debunk something that's beautiful?
(Especially when "beautiful" is the redeeming quality.)