You? A Singer?

What are you talking about?
It's something that's taken me about fifteen years to accept. Only now, I can confess this openly in public. Okay, here it is: I wanted to be the next George Michael / Michael Jackson / Prince.

In hindsight, these weren't exactly the best role models to pattern one's life aspirations around. What does it say about a class of people that would present Prince as it's standard of stability?

Regardless, I loved to sing. Sought out any opportunity that would allow me the chance to do just that: a school musical, a band, a choir. I sincerely believed that it was my life's misson.

After the fever for a music career broke over me, I felt lucky enough to come out on the other side with a sense of normalcy.

These songs a sampling of the artifacts from that time period. Recorded on a little Tascam 4-track, the sound quality is somewhat haphazard, but these mp3s are surprisingly listenable. I'm geniunely proud of some of the lyrics I wrote. (Special Note: "I Will Be Here" is a cover of the original Stephen Curtis Chapman recording and "Hold Me" appropriates the melody from Julia Fordham's "Forever After.")

Most of these songs center around my emotional inadequacy with the opposite sex. Think about it . . . anybody who spends this much time recording would obviously not be spending it with any women.

One last thing: I would like to thank to the people who accompanied me on this journey: Tim, Shire, Astrella, Lowery, Edwin, Carrie, Dante, Randy, Reynila, Joseph and Khan. Although most of you are gone from my life, you do cross my mind on a spare occasion. I hope you're living well.