Maybe the notes will say what I can’t.
I could not communicate clearly as a young kid. I had a speech impediment that drove me into shyness and quiet behavior. I remember vivid and visceral moments when I stammered in public and was cringing inside. As a child it was a daily traumatic experience.
But a certain je ne sais quoi drew me to music even before I could speak. As I grew up, I idolized musicians, danced, and started writing my own lyrics at age 8. And I’ve always had a sense of inevitability: there was nothing else that I could have possibly done with my life besides pursue music. When I was a teenager and picked up guitar, it allowed me to saw that my tongue wouldn’t allow me to. The frustrations of teenage life, the heartbreak of my childhood, and my hope for the future. Music is how I am able to share my soul with the world.
I played that thing day and night. And even started performing, as the LEAD SINGER! Talk about a flip. And now, I feel that my understand of my own tempo and rhythm has allowed me to regulate myself and take control over my vocal fluency. I truly believe that had it not been for the mentorship of rhythm, pitch, and power chords that I would have developed into a well balanced adult. What does music mean to me? Music is life.