Discovering My Love for Music: A Journey Through Simplicity and Inspiration
Growing up, I didn't always realize how integral music would become in my life, but it was always there. Music surrounded me like a comforting presence, woven into the fabric of my everyday experiences. My mom was a singer, songwriter, and musician—my very first inspiration, even if I didn’t fully grasp it at the time.
As a kid in the 90s, life was wonderfully simple. I grew up on Waltham St between 6 & 7 Mile on the east side of Detroit. The focus was on playing outside, enjoying TV shows, navigating school, savoring meals, and spending time with family. It wasn't always the easiest growing up around my neighborhood but it shaped me into who I am today. Those were the golden days of unstructured fun and carefree moments. Amidst all this, music was a constant thread, often unacknowledged but deeply felt.
My mom’s musical talents were like a background hum in my childhood, always there but never in the spotlight. It wasn’t until later that I truly understood how much her passion for music influenced me. Her songs and melodies were a soundtrack to my early years, subtly shaping my own musical inclinations without me even realizing it.
Looking back, it’s clear that this environment of simple joys and musical inspiration played a crucial role in fostering my love for music. It wasn’t something I consciously sought out; it was simply a part of my life, gently guiding me toward a future I was yet to discover.
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