Zack Clark

Hey everybody, its Zack Clark and this is my first musical publicity. I really appreciate it if you are reading this because that means you probably like to hear me play music. But i have been playing the committed to the guitar for almost 2 years now and i have been writing music for a little while.

I pretty much have no history, actually you all are creating the beginning of the story, so DON'T CLOSE THE BOOK. i hope i stick around with music for a long while.

I play in my room, i live in my house en abington de la Pennsylvania and i have special moments all the time whatever that means.

do have to answer it, well i will anyway because i like saying his name. John Mayer. Others are Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz, Dave Matthews, Stevie Ray Vaughan,RADIOHEAD, COLDPLAY Incubus, john mayer, john mayer, john mayer, and if you don't like john mayer then you really can't appreciate musical talent. but you can still listen to my music.

Martin something and a fender strat, i dont really pay attention to what it is and i have a technilogical impairment so what i do is: I JUST PLAY.

Here is a poem i wrote a while back that i just found and it is pretty cool so i hope you enjoy it. It is called "Warning Signs" We found this sanctuary in the wilderness of wilds bewilder me with eyes, follow through with your smile your choice of words is stirring, yet unique I sort of miss the days with delicate speech can i wish you well in this chilling brook and fall for you with granted looks open skyward your feelings through and through no fright the me in you you never lie but always lay hammock swing and bow we play without worry and without stray objective complete in our today but we color this mirage with life tension builds but there is no knife status clear but hiding behind the thin line that you call the ‘meantime’ collisions met and falling back we tumble down like jill and jack but loose our cannons roar the wind and thunder lights the silent hinge open to all sound now we swallow what we couldn’t get down we past the hump and took it by storm the wishing well is all but worn these scars are signs with truth in whispers secrets told in scabs and blisters warning signs flash lights unpassioned accented with vague reminders of crashing crashed and burnt and torn and seared until you come and lift me here raise me high within your grasp whisper my name with your stilling rasp