I was contacted by a gentleman that has taken an interest in my advocacy work for the disabled. I learned a long time ago that the only way to pursue my dreams was to help someone else. All I’ve ever wanted was to perform music and it mean something. I do appreciate these singers that sit behind a mic for several hours at a lounge or restaurant singing their hearts out. It feels like they have accepted that is what is necessary to get to the bigger stage. I’ve known this one girl for over 15 years and she’s been a lounge singer ever since she left home for Nashville. That’s as far as she’s ever gotten. She is a phenomenal talent. She’s not popular - but she’s a professional that makes her living with music.
Anyway, I’ve had some great opportunities and never had the opportunity to be a lounge singer like that. I’ve been with a touring band since before I left high school - not the same band either - different ones.
I grew up in a toxic environment where my step dad hated the fact I was a musician. He was a musician that quit when he was young and I guess my small success triggers him. I’m not sure. He never encouraged me. If anything he mocked and ridiculed me. He would tell me I’m chasing the wind. It’s a pipe dream that’ll never come true. I still believe that - even though I’ve had songs I’ve written in the charts, accepted awards and have even been an extra in a low budget film. Most of that didn’t start happening until I stopped chasing it.
Then, the other day, out of the blue, I get a phone call from an attorney from Texas. He tells me he’s been following my advocacy - not my music. He wasn’t even aware I played music, which is wild to me.
If you have made it this far - you are going to be blown away by this next part.
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