It is difficult to briefly describe a musician of this many talents.

Michaels is also preparing to release his debut solo CD "Eclectic Soul Collection". This project can only be described as "BIG!" It covers many styles of music in a search for various meanings of light and love. Each of the 16 or so tracks features live instrumentation, powerful grooves and soulful, timeless melodies.

As a producer, Michaels first demonstrated his potential for creating hits with his work on the song Déjà Vu with ASCAP award-winning writer Dot Wilson (The Dot). He paired up with the Atlanta-based international writer in 2004 to create the song that took 1st place in the R&B category in The ASCAP/Heineken Music Initiative.

Adrian is continuing to carve out a name for himself as a producer and has been solicited in the past and presently to submit material for placement with artists including (but not limited to): Ricky Martin, Toni Braxton, Amerie, Mary J. Blige, Sara Stokes (Making the Band), The Dot and others.

Adrian's unique style developed when he began playing trombone at age 10 and is derived from influences in Gospel, Hip Hop, R&B, House, Pop, Rock, Jazz, Classical, Musicals and Neo-Soul. This immense background has brought a "freshness" and "originality", as some have described, to his sound that cannot be matched.

"I want to make people think, as well as dance," says Michaels. "The true musicians aren't the ones making hits about bling. I think they are the timeless artists who make you think about life on a deeper level and prompt the listener to action. I want to be included in this category."

As a DJ, Michaels spins Funky House and Disco House. He has played at various clubs in the Midwest, large and small.

For more information, please visit www.adrianmichaels.com or myspace.com/iamadrianmichaels.

My Bio: Part One

So, I decided to write my own “Bio”. I suppose, technically, that would make it an “Auto-Bio.” Mom & Dad, that journalism degree is finally ‘bout to pay off!

Anyhoo, here goes…

From what I’ve been told, I was hatched in a small hospital in downtown Cincinnati. This would be why I don’t have a belly button. After living for several years in an incubator and going through a few invasive procedures to remove the feathers and waddle, I began traveling with a band of Venezuelan circus performers. Somewhere, between being repeatedly launched out of a sparkly red cannon and missing several critical catches on a trapeze that had no net, I realized that this was much more than a vacation.

So, my family and I packed up and headed North for the winter. Shortly after our arrival back to this strange land called Ohio where grown men still wear mullets and jean-shorts, I began my studies in music.

The first instrument I played was the electric washboard. It was the first one of it’s kind. What a piece of technological wizardry! I mean you could literally stand INSIDE the bucket and wash, while a crowd of onlookers predictably watched in amusement, as you pumped beat after pulsating beat of the world’s most advanced washboard through a 700-watt amplifier. I was a God! But, what I DID NOT understand was the concept of “electricity” and “water”. Yeah, the first time I used it I learned some pretty hard lessons. However, I also learned that human flesh is a great conductor for electricity. Who woulda thunk? Needless to say, I didn’t do much laundry (or washboard playing) after that.

And, I digress…

Now, somewhere between the Kindergarten School for the Star Children of the Nibirian Federation of Inter-Planetary Misanthropes and college at Ohio State, I picked up the bass guitar and turntables. Now, I know what you’re thinking…gosh, what a lunatic, right? And that’s fine. Writing aside, I communicate best with music. That’s why I have always communicated so well with small monkeys and llamas. We resonate at the same frequency. They hear all of the beautiful notes I am singing…with my mouth closed…without making a sound…while you mere mortals think I am just standing in front of an open mic doing absolutely nothing. Yeah…me, the monkeys and the llamas have the last laugh, buddy.

Now, like most of the other musicians who tell the complete truth about their lives and experience in their “Auto-bio’s” I too have traveled and performed in and out of the country. That is how I met the love of my life…Fernanda Sanchez Lopez Hermita Rodriguez Domingo Cruz De Lahoya. Ah, what a starlet of a Puerto Rican beauty, she was. When we first met, I looked past the wooden leg and receding hairline and stared lovingly right into her glass eye. Wow. It was amazing. I mean when I say I could always see what was on her mind, I mean…I COULD SEE WHAT WAS ON HER MIND. It was a piece of glass. I could see right through it. And she was so beautiful. Even in the mornings, when she would go to the bathroom and simply brush her...tooth. It would send shivers down my spine. Oh the memories. It’s too bad she was sucked into an oceanic vortex off the coast of a Bahamian Island during a fishing expedition. So, if there's anyone out there less accident prone, give me a call.

But these are just part of the fond memories that have made me who I am. And hopefully, as you read my additions to this biographical and literary masterpiece, you will learn more about who I am as well. Until then, buy my music you cheap bastards.