Chad Roman
I was on my way from my high-powered Hollywood agent's office to my yacht in Marina Del Rey when Digi D called and asked me to write a bio on myself. Hmmmm. Tough job. There's not really a whole lot to say about the Chad. I'm like any other successful rock musician and actor, you know? I'm a really simple guy.
So I thought about it all that morning at the gym. I even asked my personal trainer for some input, but he agreed, "Gee, Chad, in my eyes you're just a run-of-the-mill, super-motivated, health conscious type who can do lots and lots of crunches". Well that wasn't a lot of help!
So later, on my way to go surf the point at Malibu, I called my stunningly beautiful actress/musician girlfriend at her new house in the Hollywood hills to see if she could help me out with this "bio". She'd just come back from riding her horse bareback through the hills, so she was a little out of breath, but she suggested that I include the fact that, in addition to being a talented vocalist and performer, I was "pretty good with my hands". I think she must have been referring to my work as an art director with the consulting company I founded last year. I don't know for sure. But at least that was a start.
Well, then later on, as I pulled up in front of my ocean view home in the hills of San Francisco, it hit me like the intro to "Pour Some Sugar on Me": ITS NOT ABOUT THE CHAD. It's not about the fast cars and expensive meals and trips to Catalina on the yacht. It's not about my UC education, or my volunteer work with infants in the ICU. No, it's about the PEOPLE. People who need to be ROCKED. You people, who make it all happen, every night, night after night in the packed clubs, at the corporate functions, state fairs and whatnot. This bio is YOURS, people. Chad is yours. Take me.