Muse Magic

Ever since I could remember I was infatuated with music. I vaguely recall, as a small boy, a tune by The Four Seasons, on the radio each morning. My love affair with music must have started back than because how many of us could identify who was playing on the radio at four or five years old?

My parents would give me some of their old and warn out albums, probably just to say they were mine. I don’t really remember exactly how many, or who they were. But the one I do remember clearly wasn’t because of the music. In fact I had never heard him sing, but I did know who it was even if I didn’t know his name.

Back then if I wasn’t watching Sesame Street or Mr. Rodgers, I was most likely watching some old sit-com my mom thought I would like. One of those old shows was Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. The show never gave me a lasting impression, but the lead character was very recognizable. To my surprise, I hadn’t any idea at what a beautiful voice Jim Nabors, A.K.A Gomer Pyle had.

One year for Christmas, I might have been about ten, I got my first record player. Shortly after, my mother gave me her old 45’s from when she was a teenager in the nineteen-sixties. I was introduced to groups such as The beach boys, Tommy James and the Shondells and all the wonderful artists that came out of Motown. I would spend hours in my room listening to Rock-n-Roll.

As my teenaged years progressed I appreciated and learned more about the history of Rock-n-Roll and its roots. From Elvis in the fifty’s, to the songs the came out of the Vietnam War era. I was fascinated by it all.

Music was more than just songs to me. It speaks to me and feeds my soul. I guess that’s why I like to write. It inspires me to create more than just words on a piece of paper. To feed the soul.