Shannon Noll - Early Life

Early Life

Noll was born in Orange, New South Wales and grew up in the small town of Condobolin in central western New South Wales. He is the youngest of three children to parents Sharyn and Neil Noll and along with brothers Adam and Damian, spent their entire childhood and teenage years on the family farm which ran sheep and cattle and grew cereal crops. At school, Noll enjoyed drama classes, performing in a number of school productions. Noll has since expressed a desire to continue his acting work. After leaving school, Noll traveled to Sydney and played football. It was here where he met his wife Rochelle.

During his adult years, Noll began working on other farms and properties shearing sheep amongst other tasks. It was during this time Noll and his brothers formed the band called "Cypress" (named for the fact that they rehearsed in a timber mill). Shannon provided vocals and played guitar. In numerous small gigs around the Australian outback, the band played in country pubs gaining a solid live reputation. Although they performed mainly covers, the group also wrote original music they would include as part of their set.

Neil, Noll's father, was killed during a farming accident in 2001, which left running the farm to Shannon and his brothers. After two years of extreme drought the brothers sold the farm and settled in Condobolin with their mother. Shannon often cites the death of his father as a major inspiration in his musical career, and penned a song on his album Lift titled "Now I Run" in memory of his father.

Noll and his wife Rochelle Ogston began their relationship in 1997. They have two sons Cody (2001) and Blake (2002). They wed in October 2004 and had a daughter, Sienna (2006).

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