I want to make music that touches your soul with persistent hope that, through your soul, I might graze your spirit with a note, a cord, a word, a lyric or even a smile from up on d stage.
I want my lyrics to cascade soulfully and caress you from yóur hair strand to your toe-nail.
This I do with a hope.
A hope like the hope of the prodigal son as He travels back to his father’s house without knowledge of his father’s yearning for him to come back home
A hope like the hope of a mother as she watches her child grow into a man with endless expectations.
A hope like the hope of a man in a jewellery store trying to pick out a ring to propose to his beautiful girlfriend not knowing that she’s been praying for this day.
Yes. This I do with a hope.
That my father would receive me when I come home.
That my son would come home after being gone for so long.
That my would grow up to be a man to make me proud.
That my girlfriend would say yes when I ask her to marry me.
That my boyfriend would ask me to marry him like I prayed.
Yes. This I do with the hope that my music would push past your senses and settle in a part of you that responds to it regardless of how you feel.
That part of you that’s sublime, priceless, and eternal.
That part of you that’s spirit.