My moma says I was five years old when I sleepwalked to my Aunt Corrine and Uncle Teachey’s house next door. I have flashes of that dream walk, like when I knocked on the door and she put me to bed.  My mom added deadbolt locks to our door because of it. I now specialize in changing the locks.

Ten years later, Aunt Corrine started walking over to our house sometimes 10 times a day! She called her sister’s name- my Grandma Ellen and other times she’d be wearing her slip outside her dress. She had Alzheimer’s, but could still teach me to play a little piano melody.

In her backyard was a pear tree, apple tree and peach tree. One day she was just standing around the peach tree humming a song, “The Tennessee Waltz” and then started prancing around to show me how it was danced. I said to myself, “Now how could she remember all that but didn’t know who I was?!”

Music. It’s the very thing that’s embedded in our memories sometimes forever, when one can’t even remember their own name. How powerful is that.  Aunt Corrine could sing church hymns back and forth and play them on her organ when she could barely remember if she had eaten that day. 

Music. It is taken for granted at times. Sometimes we don’t even realize how much it gets us over.

Music. I am committed to creating music that will impact people in a powerful way for the good of everything.

Be a part of this with me.

“The dream is the truth.”- Zora Neale Hurston

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