Think of the first great record you heard. Something you played ‘til the grooves were worn thin, ‘til your friends, your parents, your neighbors and your dog wished you’d stop. Something in that music and in the experience that came with it spoke to you on a deep level, didn’t it?
A wise man—I think it was Stevie Wonder—once sang, “Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand.” And it doesn’t matter what the dialect is, whether it’s pop, punk, R&B, country… you name it, sooner or later you’ll find someone that speaks your language.
Some of us are fortunate enough to be multilingual. In my case, my experiences composing soundtracks and playing everything from pop to gospel has made me comfortable in a number of different idioms. I’d like to think that I do it well, not because of any amazing technical proficiency, but because what I play comes from the center of my being. I invite you to listen in the same spirit in which I’m playing. This isn’t just about putting on the headphones, or your dancin’ shoes. Don’t just open your ears. Listen with your heart and mind open.
I grew up on a steady diet of sounds made by artists who didn’t write lowest-common-denominator singles. They had a vision, and allowed the vision to shape their sound. Think “Blood On The Tracks,” “Music From Big Pink,” “What’s Going On,” or “Exile on Main Street.” My personal three favorite modern pop songwriters are Bob Dylan, Prince, and Leonard Cohen.
But my aim has never been to regurgitate someone else’s sounds. There’s a fine line between honoring those who’ve gone before and copying them, and it’s taken a lot of time and practice to find a sound I was proud to call my own.
You’ve found my website, and—by extension—found me. But it doesn’t end there. My hope is that you’ll dig deeper into the music, and find a path to something new. Maybe it’ll tell you something deeper about yourself, or your world; maybe it’ll even inspire you to get out there and create something of your own.
They say that writing about music is like dancing about architecture; I don’t want to write too much, since at the end of the day it’s about the sounds. So tune in, turn on, but don’t drop out. Get connected.
And, by the way, now that I’ve shared my story, I’d love to hear yours. Drop me a line.