Here are two stories. Choose which one you think is real:
A) From Pittsburgh, PA, Santino was born with no idea what the hell he was supposed to do with his life. But he knew one thing, he wanted to sing and perform. He started vocally scoring the games he played with his friends as a kid (and still remembers most of the songs), teaching himself several instruments, and traveling the country to artistic safe havens, learning as much as he could. So in keeping that tradition of making it up as he went, he’s spent the last couple years honing the crafts of songwriting, audio engineering, mixing, and mastering to come up with the new songs he’s bringing to you today!
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B) Forged from the flames in the belly of the beast, a lanky, bald-headed, goof ball came to be. With an acoustic guitar that he can sort of play, a looper pedal setup that he’s still kinda figuring out, and an unquenchable thirst to perfect his crafts of writing and performing (no matter how much time it delays the release of his songs that 20 people will listen to), Santino Tomasetti is here to deliver a combination of sad boy bedroom music and positive pop-rock anthems.