I'm Scott Wynn. I was born the son of a one-eyed, 8th-grade-educated coal miner and ironworker. He helped his dad make moonshine as a kid. He left Kentucky as soon as he could hitchhike, went to Ohio, and married my mother, a hot little number who worked in a secretarial pool.

My dad's nickname was "Hotshot" after an old Wolfman Jack-type radio DJ. I was known as "Hotshot's Boy."

Many old school Appalachians believed that children were farm assets. So, we farmed tobacco. Kids were sometimes encouraged to smoke tobacco and quit school to work the farm. 1987 was 1937. My dad gave me a mule and a plow at age 15. There was Neil Young and AC/DC blaring as we turned the earth, planted seeds, harvested, sold at market, and repeated repeatedly.

I left the farm and worked construction. But I wanted to learn more about the world than a hammer could teach me. I was more into sociology and physics. I gigged in biker bars, and was an Air Force reservist for college money. I got exposed to a wider variety of more obscure and eclectic music. Things started to take shape for me. I started writing songs.

I have a couple of degrees, AS and BS in Industrial Technology, a minor in political science. I've been a corporate salesman, an applications engineer, a lead programmer. None of this means much, but I'm not un-bright. I wouldn't exactly mind letting the world know that rural humans are not all dumb. They may at times even be hipper than those from more organized environments. A bit unkempt, fewer rules, more space, rugged individuals, polite and helpful. Though, granted, a good many are unenlightened.

I always posted my DIY recordings on the web seeking people's opinion, but not so much a career, at first. I ended-up with two production deal offers in the first month or so of posting music to MySpace. I wanted to work with Dave Wilder and Pete McNeal, and see L.A. for the first time. I called the project "The Panderers" because at least one of my local bandmates back home in Indiana wanted to keep our old band name even though it was a name that I used for years as a solo artist. So I pandered and made up a new name. "Panderer" has at least two cool meanings: "a pimp/madame" or "someone that appeases a difficult person so that they can move forward."

I am no Johnny Cash. I'm small. But I identify with the historical Johnny very much, and was raised on his music. And raised like him, both being dirt farmers. "Dirt farming" is where you seem to grow nothing but dirt as your yield is seemingly nothing. We received nothing visible for our farming efforts. Certainly not "better off." All the while, I found myself at odds with a mean-assed, one-eyed, drunk dad. He died when I was 18 or so. Life began.

I am sincere and honest. My music is honest. I like the simple and under-complicated. I prefer vibe and attitude. I find "lackluster" to be "believable." I don't like sparkle or sheen -- on me. It's fine for somebody else, though. Very open-minded.

Like the British Invasion, it's my desire to do an American re-invasion of itself. Brand new old songs. Old recipes with fresh ingredients. I'm bringing back the ditty -- the lo-fi, no-ego-on-top, old-school skating rink music. Brand new old songs with nothing to prove.