Music has given me the reason to push forward and move through certain trials and tribulations in life. I have been writing since my earliest recollections and jamming to Lynyrd Skynyrd any chance I had. I used to listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd on cassette tape while on long drives with my dad and I would always make him turn it up to listen to “Curtis Loew” . I could have never in my wildest imagination dreamt that one day Lynyrd Skynyrd would share my cover of “Write it in A Song” on their Facebook page coupled with the nicest article I have read about my voice. I started learning the flute when I was in elementary school and I would knock on my neighbors’ door with my flute stand in hand and ask them if they wanted a free show. I would set up my stuffed animals as an audience and sing to them in my room before bed. For some reason, I was fearful to break out of my shell and declare myself a singer. I felt like there is such a negative connotation associated with that description and it almost feels limiting. It wasn’t until people began to make a fuss about my voice that I started to have more confidence to take my passion outside of my bedroom. I bought my first guitar (which got stolen out of my 1992 Chevy Silverado) and I would learn to strum chords and play.
I lived with my grandfather for many years and we helped each other. He was a phenomenal father to me, but more importantly my best friend. We were the greatest friends and exceeded every expectation of what a relationship should be. He listened to me suck really bad at the guitar for a long time and he continued to encourage my music. He was the best audience I have ever had the privilege to play for. He would mute the television and give me all his attention. Sometimes he would even cry because he was so proud. When my grandpa asked me to call Hospice this year, we made sure this was the best decision for him and I knew he was truly ready. When the Hospice nurse came into our house, she asked my grandpa whom his favorite singer was. He looked right up at me and said, “Well, you’re looking at her.” I thought the next weeks were the hardest part of my life leading up to his final day with me. That night I asked him if he wanted me to play for him and he reached to the remote and turned off the television. I played him what was to be the last three songs I would play for him in our home and they were, “Fly Me to the Moon” by Frank Sinatra, “Because You Loved Me” by Celine Dion, and “Stars” by Grace Potter. The last thing that went through my mind was, “Who am I going to play for now?”
- Antioch, CA, United States
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- Blues, Country, Soul
- Allie Sealey
- Muscle Shoals, Aretha Franklin, Janis Joplin, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Susan Tideschi, Grace Potter, Bonnie Raitt,
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