When I made a decision to become a bass player in the spring of 1976. I had one big problem, actually two. The first was, I didn’t have a bass guitar! The second was. My mom and dad did not want to buy me a bass, so I took my case to a higher court!
I often have in-depth conversations with my children. Recently I had a conversation with my oldest son Kyle. I found myself coming away from the conversation with a different perspective of my life.
I want to share what I discovered with you. Maybe, you will feel the same as I do!
Over the decades. I found myself debating with different people, musicians, and regular folks as to which song has stood the test of time, Easy, or Zoom? The most recent debate was with my wife Maggie, she feels it’s Easy, I say Zoom.
How’s your summer? Are you having fun? Are you staying cool? Are keeping yourself hydrated? Are you remaining safe from that “thing” going around out there? Most of all, are you listening to music and letting it thrill your soul?
I pray all of your answers are yes?
Love yourself, love you first, ask yourself “how can I love me more,” how can I be a blessing to “me.”
Often African Americans look down on white people. Unfortunately with many good reasons, we’re also tired of seeing the “good ole white man in shinning armor coming to help the poor ole black folks.”
I keep in mind that people can only do to me what I allow them to do.
The first time I saw my dad cry was the day my little brother was killed. I stood there in shock, watching and staring in disbelief, as my 42-year-old father went crying to his mom!