I grew up in the '60s and '70s, when some of the best music created was exploding on the radio. The Beatles, Beach Boys, Chicago, Doobie Brothers, Otis Redding, Dusty Springfield, Sam & Dave, Marvin Gaye, Byrds, Lovin' Spoonful, America, Steely Dan, and so many more were on my transistor radio and blasting out of giant speaker columns in my bedroom. The amount of inspirational music at that time was simply overwhelming and I loved all of it. 

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Even before I won my 2nd grade talent show and was proclaimed by a newspaper reporter to be the next Eddie Fisher (Ha! Google him), I was hooked on singing. My very first 45 was "The Twist", by Chubby Checker. I played  and sang along with that piece of vinyl on my portable record player until it wouldn't play anymore, answering my parents' prayers. Then, I heard the Beatles and that was all it took. 

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Everyone has music that triggers certain memories for them. First love, first heartbreak, family vacations, summer camp, lost loved ones, school, etc. It's as if those songs are bonded in our brains and when we hear them again, we are immediately taken back. Those are the kinds of songs I like to record and perform. 

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That's me, grinning wide, sitting on top of my shiny, brand new '77 Pontiac Firebird. Never mind that I was told an hour earlier not to take the smoke glass t-tops off for 3 days to let them seal so rain wouldn't seep in. Nope! I'm young and invincible and no one is gonna tell me what I can and can't do, dammit. Besides, how  else is anyone going to be able to jam with me as I blast the Raspberries all over the neighborhood from my 8 track tape player?

 

Music is such an important part of my life and being able to sing and play it gives me great joy, especially with family and friends, and I hope you enjoy it as well.  

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