Friday, February 13, 2015

The Lab: Where the Magic Happens

This is my creative outlet; the right lobe of my brain exploding!

Music, Poetry, artwork (mainly from the kids) and any other product from my muses in life!
I grew up in a family of musicians. My father was the Minister of Music at Northside Church of God in Gifford, FL. ~Yes, Gifford.~ I never lived in Vero. In fact, we lived in front of the infamous Green Leaf Bar, the heart of Gifford at least when it wasn't closed down for various infractions- but I digress. 

I've been writing songs and capturing melodies for as long as I can remember. Most of them, I lost in my youth without a deliberate means of retaining them. Consequently, RED was formed in High School. I went through a long drought without so much as a stanza, for years. So now that the tap is flowing again, I don't plan on letting it go to waste.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Fatherhood: The Legacy of Lineage

This is my heart. This is where I share the insights and lessons I've learned from both my Heavenly Father and my Earthly Father. Some of these lessons weren't cemented until I actually became a father and began to see myself and my immortality in my offspring. It’s a sobering realization: that everything that they will have, know and become will in some way- either directly or indirectly, purposefully and accidentally- be irrevocably tied back to you, as their parent.

Monday, February 2, 2015

The Inescapable Cost of Fame

I was in the kitchen Saturday morning when my wife comes in and says that Bobbi Kristina was found unconscious in a bathtub. “What do you mean?”; I asked redundantly, knowing good and well I understood every word she stated. I couldn’t help but flash back to 3 years ago when I heard the news about Whitney. It hurt; like really hurt. Honestly, I don’t have the appropriate words to explain exactly why it hurt, but it just did. On second thought, my only sister, Carla, looks a lot like Whitney and I think it hit a nerve. Yeah, that definitely did help.

Now, we’re talking about her daughter? She’s a 21 year old kid that lives in, what at times seems an alternate reality. It’s a world where privacy is an elusive commodity and every mistake and flaw is magnified. I mean, the only reason why I’m having this discussion now is because she is Bobbi Kristina, the daughter of the late legend Whitney Houston who died entirely too soon for me. Bobbi Kristina, a woman who bares her first name from a father she’s had a complicated relationship with.  Everyone in the family has been criticized at one point or another. The crazy part is that celebrities, or stars- notable people in the spot light are expected to handle constant ridicule as a part of the gig.