My story, as told in my own words. If you’re looking for my official bio, click here.

Hello, my name is Tyler Preston, I’m 29 years old, I’m hopelessly addicted to hot sauce, and as you may already know, I hail from Alaska.

More specifically Juneau, the state capital, a teeming metropolis of 30,000 souls living on the edge of the ocean, in the shadow of the mountains, with no roads in or out. They say there’s only three ways to get to Juneau: boat, plane, or birth canal. Personally, I arrived by boat in ’99. But that’s a tale for another time.

I’m lucky to have grown up in Juneau. The city is home to a talented, tightknit folk music community, and it was the perfect incubator for a young singer-songwriter like myself. I spent my teens watching and learning from acclaimed artists like Bearfoot, Buddy Tabor, C Scott Fry, and the Great Alaska Bluegrass Band, and shortly thereafter got my start performing at the infamous Alaskan Hotel & Bar.

But Alaska wasn’t big enough for me, musically speaking. There’s too few stages with too many miles in between for a musician to make a go at it there, and after a few years cutting my teeth in Juneau it was time to move on.

So I hit the road, setting out on a journey that I’m still on to this day: traveling the country, performing, paying my dues, honing my chops, writing songs, and doing whatever I need to survive from day-to-day

Over the years I’ve worked as a tour guide, a short-order cook, a high-rise window cleaner, a corporate cog, a camp counselor, a barista, a bike messenger, a bartender, a lifeguard, a room service attendant, a janitor, a journalist, a sailing instructor, and a special ed teacher, among other things.

That’s all in the past though. I just play music anymore: pubs, clubs, diners, dives, sidewalks, restaurants, coffeeshops, cafes, casinos, house shows, farmer’s markets, dinner theaters, pizzerias, bar mitzvahs, weddings, wakes, street fairs, music festivals… you name it, I’ve played it.

I’ve busked all over Appalachia and New England. I’ve played in a million talentless bar bands. I founded an ill-fated indie rock group in Nashville. I fronted a wicked blues-rock trio in the Midwest for a few years. I even performed on a cruise ship for a couple of months.

In short: I’ve been there, done that, got the scars, bought the tat, shook the hook, wrote the book, cashed the check, blew it on babes and booze, learned the true meaning of the blues, and there’s no way for me to lose.

I’m a rambling man, full-time; singing, strumming, stringing together rhymes; forever in pursuit of life, liberty, and a little bit of glory; perpetually chasing the next song, the next skirt, and the next story…

I could say more, but I’m gonna save it for my daily mailing list. Besides my blog and various social media sites, that’s the best place to get the latest from yours truly (you can subscribe here).

Til next time, best wishes from the road—