Music has been in my life since I can remember. I can hear my Grandmother singing “In the Pines” from when I was a kid. I remember my Mother and Father rocking me to sleep with “Sweet Baby James.” Every show tune you can think of reminds me of my Sister… yes, every one.. and she’ll sing them for you. I’ve been blessed with some of my greatest memories by the sounds of The Beatles, Nick Drake and Jeff Buckley, Radiohead and Everything that came out of the 90’s… yes, even that song.
With all of these blessings, it’s a wonder why I’ve taken this long to finally, fully communicate to people in the way that I best know how, and for that, I apologize to you, world. You dropped me into a wonderful supportive family and group of friends. You put me through music school that gave, and took away, and gave back again the tools I needed to be here. And you kept at me for the last few years while I took the time to write, reflect, and grow into the man you knew I could be. Let’s just call that last part “figuring it out.”
So here we are. You, reader, and Me, writer. And this is where it all begins. I want to invite you to my experiment. This one I call Living… and on this blog, and the music that comes through here, we get to explore what that means.
We’ll start here. Dying To Live.
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