Where to start? I was born in a small town about 40 miles north of Baltimore Maryland. It is there where until the age of eighteen I would learn valuable life lessons that would enable me to become who I am today. Lessons like working hard and doing things the right way, respect for others and the value of a dollar saved. It is there where I also developed a love for music. My father was a gifted pianist. He would often sit down and play for hours on end. I'd often watch him disappear into his own world, before emerging to face life’s challenges. It was like the music was giving him something back. Strength maybe, I never asked the question. As a youngster, I wanted to be just like him. If only my hands could move about the keyboard the way his did. Unfortunately, that would not be the case for me. My hands weren't nimble enough and a bit stiff at that. Oh well, I ended up playing saxophone instead and had the time of my life as a result of it. After college, I put music aside for a while. I married at 25 and before long, two little ones were occupying all of our time. My saxophone sat in storage and collected dust so after a while I sold it. Gone were the days of playing clubs and late night jam sessions, so at least I thought. My wife attended church every Sunday. I was not all that big on church growing up. Our family attended church most Sunday's and I enjoyed the services but for me that was about it. One hour a week was about all I could handle. I never envisioned church life as being anything more than that. Man was I wrong. To make a long story short, I started attending church on a regular basis and loved it. Later, I acknowledge Christ as Lord of my life, learned how to play the bass guitar and started gigging for God. That was twenty three years ago and in 2009 I’m still going strong. In 2003, my life took an abrupt turn during a weekend worship service. That morning I just wasn’t feeling well. At the time I did not know that I had ruptured a blood vessel in my chest and was bleeding badly. Later, I was rushed to the hospital where I came very close to venturing over to the other side. A malignant tumor would later be found and removed. Three years later I would fight cancer and survive yet again. Knowing how lucky I was to be alive, I approached life in a whole new way. Understanding that tomorrow is not a given or a promise, I started to appreciate life's moments and everything those moment had to offer good or bad. For the first time in my life, I started to realize what life is really all about. It was also during this time when I seriously started writing songs, songs of hope, struggle, joy and pain. My latest CD is called Revolution. It's simply about change. Such a easy word but often times so very hard to do. I hope you enjoy it.
Where to start? I was born in a small town about 40 miles north of Baltimore Maryland. It is there where until the age of eighteen I would learn valuable life lessons that would enable me to become who I am today. Lessons like working hard and doing things the right way, respect for others and the value of a dollar saved. It is there where I also developed a love for music. My father was a gifted pianist. He would often sit down and play for hours on end. I'd often watch him disappear into his own world, before emerging to face life’s challenges. It was like the music was giving him something back. Strength maybe, I never asked the question. As a youngster, I wanted to be just like him. If only my hands could move about the keyboard the way his did. Unfortunately, that would not be the case for me. My hands weren't nimble enough and a bit stiff at that. Oh well, I ended up playing saxophone instead and had the time of my life as a result of it. After college, I put music aside for a while. I married at 25 and before long, two little ones were occupying all of our time. My saxophone sat in storage and collected dust so after a while I sold it. Gone were the days of playing clubs and late night jam sessions, so at least I thought. My wife attended church every Sunday. I was not all that big on church growing up. Our family attended church most Sunday's and I enjoyed the services but for me that was about it. One hour a week was about all I could handle. I never envisioned church life as being anything more than that. Man was I wrong. To make a long story short, I started attending church on a regular basis and loved it. Later, I acknowledge Christ as Lord of my life, learned how to play the bass guitar and started gigging for God. That was twenty three years ago and in 2009 I’m still going strong. In 2003, my life took an abrupt turn during a weekend worship service. That morning I just wasn’t feeling well. At the time I did not know that I had ruptured a blood vessel in my chest and was bleeding badly. Later, I was rushed to the hospital where I came very close to venturing over to the other side. A malignant tumor would later be found and removed. Three years later I would fight cancer and survive yet again. Knowing how lucky I was to be alive, I approached life in a whole new way. Understanding that tomorrow is not a given or a promise, I started to appreciate life's moments and everything those moment had to offer good or bad. For the first time in my life, I started to realize what life is really all about. It was also during this time when I seriously started writing songs, songs of hope, struggle, joy and pain. My latest CD is called Revolution. It's simply about change. Such a easy word but often times so very hard to do. I hope you enjoy it.
