I've been surrounded by music my whole life. My grand father was a musician, so maybe it's in my genes. I learned music growing up in my dad's church; it's a charismatic Pentecostal denomination of Christianity. Church was a weird and complicated place for me. The only thing that i knew and felt made sense to me was music. Our sets at church were high energy, high feeling, high soul. Growing up I didn't know how to express myself. Shit, I didn't even know who I was or what I was feeling. I was a mixed bag of emotions, but didn't know why. In hind sight, growing up in that environment made me a better musician and music was the elixir, the antidote for whatever acid fumes and vitriolic poison running through my veins. People are people. We are all broken. As much as we are disjointed, in my experience, the art of music restores our souls. Like God sent this gracious ideal to make me less numb and more aware. As a U2 song says, "a heart that hurts, is a heart that beats." Music is divine. Makes me wonder about the universe. Makes me hope in the divine. Makes me want to see God. To hope that God is there. Just my perception. Not crazy informed. It's what i know. This album I composed, I poured my soul into. Music is individual expression. It makes you love and hate sometimes. Music reconciles. It makes you grateful. It seems to at least give an awareness to be grateful. To love friends. To love my parents; to be thankful and gracious. Cause I need grace as well. We all need it. I am thankful for music. I thank Jesus for music. I'm still in process. The process is a bitch sometimes but cheers to the process.