Paul Steven Silva

I’ve always been drawn to the sound and feel of acoustic music. America's first two albums, The Eagles Desparado record, Cat Stevens' Tea for the Tillerman and Teaser and the Fire Cat al had the music I tried to learn when I started out, even Led Zeppelin drew me in with their folk influenced tunes like Battle of Evermore and Gallows Pole and Braun Y Rwar Stomp. A friend turned me on to the first Will the Circle Be Unbroken album and that led to a decade of bluegrass, new grass and new acoustic music like Tony Rice, Grisman Quintet, Mark O,Connor, and New Grass Revival. Duane Inglish hosted a show on KCBX for years called Basically Bluegrass introducing me to Peter Rowan, Seldom Scene, Jerry Douglass and Hot Rize. I’ve tried in my music to add to that genre with my own vision of where it could go.

I'm very pleased to see that  the young generations have found this music and have expanded it even further. Nickel Creek, the Punch Brothers, Milk Driver, Molly Tuttle, Billy Strings, just so many other very talented people keeping acoustic music alive and making me smile. Thank you all very much. I'm so glad to be a part of this community.

My first ever gig was New Years Eve 1976 with my high school band Genicide. Freeman Lee on bass, John Anderson on drums, Bob Giacaglia and Steve Morris(?) on guitar. I was just singing. It was a keg party at the Camus' house in Perfumo Canyon. We opened up with Mama Kin by Aerosmith and the place went nuts. I was hooked. I’ve been at it one way or another ever since.  
I think Freeman still has a handmade poster of the gig.  
We played in the living room of the old farmhouse and one of the things that was awesome for a high school rock star was that we shook a couple of the windows out their frames. Sorry Camuses. 
We were very loud and didn’t have any monitors, our mains were these homemade speakers that I think had two 12”s in them. I pretty much couldn’t hear a thing I was singing and doubt anybody else could either. I couldn’t talk in more than a rasp for a week.  
It was wonderful.

I dropped my truck off for new tires yesterday and since I was only a couple of blocks from work I decided to walk. As I was walking I started quietly singing the song that was in my head. After a while I started thinking that the folks in cars probably thought I was a crazie walking the street talking to myself. I stopped singing for about three seconds, then thought- “ screw it.” 
Tom Petty's American Girl is a good marching tune.