I was born nine months after I was conceived. My Mama and I had a rough go of it at first. In fact, we almost didn't make it. The fact that we did has had us both singing ever since.
I grew up singing. Not in church, but in the car. I guess the road was a kind of church for us. It could carry us farther away from our rocky start toward a better shot than just about anything else.
Music has been the love of my life ever since. It has traveled around the world with me. My music and I have traveled to such exotic locations as, Russia, Finland, and Texas. We have laughed our asses off together, and suffered the kind of heartache I thought only existed in lies told around the fire.
I plan to spend the rest of my life singing. Every kind of song. From the ones that make the road roll like waves under my tires, to the ones I will whisper from a rocking chair, while I sip my gin, and wait for it all to hit the wall.