And Then There Was Music
And so it began.
Dad taught me to play piano before I learned to read. And then came singing and guitar and performing and songwriting. Years of touring the country playing in coffeehouses, bars, and other ill-fitting venues for me. Years of feeling like a failure as a musician, wanting to get away from the music, drain it from my veins, be done with it for good, and then years of wishing there was music when there was only silence. Years of living the songs so I could write the songs. Years of questioning and years of knowing. Oh, years. Oh, music.
Now I bring you the highlights of my work through the years as well as some of the new songs as they come.