Ryan Powers Boyle

Posted by Christopher Rudder

Ryan Powers Boyle


 by Christopher Rudder


I was sitting in my living room looking at the pile of yellow envelopes stacked beside my Ikea tv stand for my HD TV. I just got the new Apple TV and I can’t wait to start using it. The past month I’ve been busy transferring and archiving all the past Hearing Aid articles from PulpMag to RogueMag which was mentally the same as physically moving into a new house. Trust me I’m tired and I can totally watch TV right now...a documentary maybe. But something told me to start digging through the pile. I slid Ryan Powers Boyle’s CD in my MacBook and started listening...From the very beginning to the very end I couldn’t stop listening. This album is like the perfect soundtrack to a great story. The story of a wonderful life. A documentary or autobiography of a great life. Apple TV can wait a minute. Ryan’s voice and singing style reminds me of Dave Matthews from Dave Matthews Band which is one of my favorite bands. This is great stuff, let read his bio...


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Sometimes 'compulsive' is the only word that fits. Sometimes you just can't stop.

It started for Ryan around age four when he discovered the family piano, an unadorned 1950s mahogany spinet that never ceased in its plea for attention. The boy, hearing the call, sat and played and played. After snack time, he played some more.

Working from old sheet music fished from the rickety piano bench, Ryan pieced together by ear what he thought must be the correct notes for the music he saw splayed across the staff, only to find out later that he had mistaken a G for Middle C. This tiny misunderstanding may have provided the impetus for Ryan's unique tonal sense, one that casts off traditional musical constructs -- Major Key for happy, Minor for sad -- in favor of an aural lexicon more in tune with life, where real happiness is often born of the interplay between Major and Minor, and sadness the same.

Ryan picked up instruments like tourists collect seashells along the coasts of his Floridian hometown. After piano came the alto saxophone, then the tenor. Guitar at age 12, soon followed by drums and bass. There were experiments with the obscure -- baritone for breakfast, banjo and bass clarinet for dessert -- and the eventual realization of humanity's second most basic instrument: its voice. 

Fueling his musical obsessions through numerous band affiliations, Ryan took his first recording steps at the studio of local legend and musical polymath Mark Dye at the age of 14. Developing quickly, the youth two years later convinced his parents of the merits of leaving school early to begin college so as to allow for more musical development time.

It quickly became apparent to Ryan, now 17, that something was missing from his music. Having taken to the habit of sequestering himself with his guitar at every opportunity, yet feeling the fruits of his labor straying farther and farther from the life he so desperately sought to musically encapsulate, the idea occurred to Ryan that perhaps