Dear Mom,Even though you are gone you live in my heart like a song that never ends. It is ironic that the book you wrote, "The Song of Time" is so true today. I thank you for all the wonderful qualities you bestowed on me. You gave me the gift of music, or learning and of believing in myself. You supported me when no one else knew how, and you never gave up on me. to be continued...
Only a very few things are harder that trying to start and keep a band. All the odds are against you and you must really want to venture out and do this. While some people will support you and give you encouragement, others will simply not care. Even your own family will not back you up sometimes. After all, who wants to practice three times or more a week, look for work at clubs who don't want to pay you enough, and then spend lots of time trying to figure out how to pay and maintain your equipment? Well, I do.I love the music business and I don't care how hard it is. I consider all of this a serious hobby and I don't expect to get rich from it. There is nothing that makes me feel better than to play before a live audience.
