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Our Story Begins: When the Morning Comes

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Our Story Begins:
When the Morning Comes

I have done a number of things in my life.

I got married very young, possibly too young.  I have a job where I have met presidents, mayors, politicians, criminals, the leaders and low-lifes in society.  Ridden in a bi-plane, a blimp, a Zeppelin; been to different countries . . . all part of the gig.

They all pale to what happened this week.  This is one of the most adventurous things I’ve ever done and it’s possibly one of the most difficult because, frankly, it’s the most personal.

Friday of this week, April 22nd, I’m releasing a song, the first of an entire album.  You see, while those things up there all are amazing and part of a job, they’re what I do for a living.  Music is different.

Music helped me heal.

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In the wake of losing my wife on March 26th, 2011, I was lost myself.  I had no idea what I was supposed to do or where I was supposed to go.  Add to that four little kids looking to me for answers and I had to act like I had those answers.  It was scary.

One of the things I did was embrace something I hadn’t done for years: play and write music.  I started playing regularly, eventually joining one of the most talented group of people I’ve ever known, and we became affectionately known as the Ain’t Got No Time (Rock and Blues) Band.  Four other guys who all said they liked how I played and were supremely talented embraced my playing.

Fast forward to the move to college for my oldest daughter and I was giving advice.  She was fighting what she wanted to do in order to meet the expectations of her late mother.  When she looked to me, distraught, I told her to do what she loved, the rest would follow.  Work hard, learn, do your best, you’ll be happy.  Maybe not rich, but happy.

When she told me I had to do the same thing I was trying to argue.  She told me: “stop using being a single parent as an excuse. Find a way!” I couldn’t argue.  So I did something about it.  This single dad told his daughter to follow her dreams . . . now look what happened when she told him he had to do the same:

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I asked the guys in the band if they’d be my backing band for a this personal album.  We entered the recording studio in Sacramento – the same one Cake recorded in – and worked on the first three songs.  It was two days after the anniversary of Andrea’s passing, by the way.  I’m recording my 3rd record, 15 years after I last entered a recording studio . . . and I’m 45-years-old!

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The first track, When the Morning Comes, will be out April 22nd, 2016.  Filled with guitar, harmonies, and emotion, it took all five of us by storm and also took our breath away.

I wrote this song with only half the lyrics, initially. The opening line: I’m broken and bent, beat down ’cause I spent my time fighting my battles of the heart came first.  I was hurt, lost, and feeling abandoned.

But as hours turned to days then months . . . then years . . . I realized I had stopped waiting for that lost person to return or give me guidance.  Then I noticed . . . the void left wasn’t as wide or deep and I suddenly had feelings and thoughts about someone else.  Someone different and lovely and someone who would be here when the morning comes.

This is a very personal project, one that has love, anger, loss, and joy all in one place.  I will release more songs as time progresses, all on digital at first, iTunes, Spotify, Amazonetc.

I hope you’ll listen to the samples on release day and if you like it . . . tell your friends.  This is what I preach every day: we are not just made to be parents.  It is part of what we are, but it is not all that we are.

Related: Our Story Begins: I DOn’t Like Being A Parent (Sometimes)

I am a musician, too, and I made this happen.  It was hard, I struggled, and it was a lot of work.  But I made this happen.  I also have a website for my solo career and project here.

You can make things happen, too, and not just wait for things to drop from the sky.  That is what living is all about, isn’t it?

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