Thursday, March 15, 2012

Get to Know the Saints - Ryan Cammisa!



In this installment of our new documentary blog series – or “blogumentary” – we tackle the newest member of the Saints, Ryan Cammisa! Ryan hails from the northernmost U.S. state, Canada. How did he come to the muggy heat of Georgia? Why is he so passionate about music? Does he actually have a tattoo of the other band members’ names on his upper thigh? READ ON TO FIND OUT!

Ryan was born in Mississauga, ON, Canada, a sleepy town that bears very little resemblance to Mississippi, despite its similar name. As is traditional in Canada, baby Ryan was wrapped in a seal pelt and ceremonially presented to the Wolf Gods. Although he was not premature, he had to spend his first few days in an incubator, as the main hospital in Mississauga is housed in an igloo. When it was time to take him home, Ryan’s mom and dad obsessed over strapping him into his infant seat, as first time parents often do. His mom couldn't stop staring at her little bundle of joy as her husband yelled at the dogs to pull the sled quickly and safely home.

Ryan’s early years in Mississauga were pleasant and peaceful, filled with days at school and nights sharpening sticks to defend against polar bears. Before long, his parents welcomed a baby girl into the world, and he and his younger sister Ashley became the best of friends. School was a breeze for him, and kids his own age thought he was just the bee’s knees. As with all dreams, though, this one had to end. One night, his father called them all onto the walrus-skin rug in the living room, and told them that he had taken a job in the southern United States, and they would all be moving soon. Ryan and his sister were shocked, to say the least. From everything they had heard in school, the USA was a strange land where children joined gangs at an early age, and where the people all greeted each other with genital intercourse. Yes, it was clear the Cammisa kids would have more to adjust to than just a 70-degree higher annual temperature when they moved to Atlanta, Georgia.

The family’s first few years in Atlanta were spent settling in to a new life. No longer could they count on finding whale blubber or yak meat at the local supermarket. They also had to buy all-new jeans not insulated with down. But once the initial confusion passed, they quickly began to love their new city. Atlanta at that time was a city preparing for the 1996 Olympics, and the air was filled with the sounds of construction and of homeless people being shipped off to Alabama. Ryan began to come into his own as a young teenager, finding ways to stylistically elevate himself from the crowd. He began to wear skinny jeans, even as the pant legs of his peers grew as wide as tree trunks. He began to acquire the foundations of his current impressive cardigan collection. He ate his meals only when no one else was around, so other kids would think he never needed food and was therefore immortal. And most importantly, he took up playing the guitar.

Ryan’s early attempts at learning the guitar were frustrating at best, and he had all but given up. Then one day, his mom took him to a local concert venue to see his favorite band in the whole world, Deep Blue Something. The way they moved, the confidence they exuded on stage, and most importantly the way the crowd screamed… all of this had a profound effect on young Ryan. He resolved to learn everything he could about the guitar until he could replicate the experience he had just had. Luckily, three weeks later, he was contacted by the Saints to be one of their guitarists!

It’s easy to see how Ryan’s formative years in different climate zones contributed to his abilities today. He is a valued member of the band, and his tattoos make them all look a lot cooler. These guys truly show hope for the future of U.S. - Canadian relations.

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