What did music mean growing up? It meant everything. It was everything. It reverberated through my bones. It coursed through my veins. It was my blood, my oxygen. It was my saving grace. Listening and discovering. The greatest part was after I was given the foundation of an excellent music education by my parents, I got to go out on my own and discover what spoke to my soul. My deepest soul. What spoke to it? John Lee Hooker, Skip James, Nick Drake, Mississippi John Hurt, Sam Phillips, Patty Griffin, Kate Bush, Son House, Nick Cave, PJ Harvey, Alison Krauss, Gillian Welch, Elliot Smith, on and on and on.
I am finally getting back to that place when music was my oxygen. I think being a performer and writer can take that out of you. You have to find your way back to loving and appreciating it. Thank you music. You are my church, my doctor, my therapist, my soul healer, my life line.