I've always kind of believed in magic. Kind of.
I've been connected to music in the most intense way for as long as I can remember. Nothing has ever moved me, compelled me, or inspired me like music.
Isn't it so crazy - such a gift - that plucking a string can create vibrations which our brains then interpret as art? as beautiful, universal language? What are the chances that something like music - something metaphysical, something above science or mathematics - could exist in our world and can be manipulated by our hands and voices to create such a complex collection of sounds, abounding in originality and compelling us in powerful ways... by accident? Just pure coincidence?
Is beauty itself a meaningless accident? Is symmetry and form a coincidence?
I think it's way more than that. I think it's magic put in our hands by a loving, endlessly creative God.
As a music minister, an artist, and probably a hopeless romantic, I've never been able to get away from music. It's a part of me. It's in my blood. When I'm creating it, living it, sleeping it, eating and drinking it, that's when I feel full.
That's when I come alive.
That's when the clock strikes 2:00 AM and I have no idea where the time has gone.
I'm married to my only lovely wife of 15 years. We have 4 incredible kids. These 5 people are the greatest things to ever happen to me, save meeting Jesus. But music brought us together, music lifts our hearts and spirits. It's inextricable from our family culture.
I've been playing guitar since I was about 11 years old, which gives me over 20 years of combined experience. I've been playing professionally as a sessions and performing guitarist for at least 15 of those years.
So, I've learned a trick or two. And I'd love to share a magical experience with you, the artist.
Thanks for stopping by and giving this a read. I hope we get to work together soon.