Feel Good Friday December 28, 2012
I’ve heard the old expression “He has music in his blood.” In my case, I believe it’s true. I started singing in public with my father’s family at the local VFW Friday night fish fry when I was about six years old. Dad played guitar and started teaching me when I was nine. I was performing professionally by the time I was fifteen and have made my living as a performer for more than forty-five years.
I’ve played bars, restaurants, festivals, concerts, schools and libraries as well as around campfires and the living rooms and kitchens of friends and family. It has been, in my opinion, a great life. I haven’t made a ton of money, and I’ve never reached the pinnacle of success I always imagined for myself and my career, but all things considered, I’m a wealthy man.
I have a wonderful wife who understands what music and performing mean to me. I have two incredible daughters who have inherited my love of music, theater and the arts, and they are now sharing that passion with their kids. What goes around comes around.
The holidays are often disruptive for musicians and the past couple weeks I haven’t really played. I miss it like crazy. Tonight I will return to my regular Friday night gig, I’ll see friends, have a drink, caress my guitar and play the songs I have loved for so many years. I’m a 60’s/70’s acoustic folkie and I love James Taylor, Harry Chapin, Jim Croce, Gordon Lightfoot and Jimmy Buffet. That’s the music I play, with a few of my originals thrown in for good measure.
I come alive in front of a crowd. It’s where I live. Sometimes it’s late nights, rowdy crowds who don’t listen and sound equipment breakdowns. Sometimes it’s a real pain. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Willy Nelson once said, “The nightlife aint’ no good life, but it’s my life.