I Remember My Place
Warning: I start many sentances with prepositional phrases. Sorry about that.
I’ve been pretty blessed musically in my life. From the 80s, I was a camp counselor at the Lake Wenatchee YMCA Camp and was told that I changed the lives of some kids. In the 1990s I had the fortune of being able to leverage my home recording studio to write music for video games and challenge my musical skills. In college, I got a (minor) degree in music. My nine-year-old is now taking piano.
I have a Roland D50 keyboard that is older than most of you reading this post, I have a Kurzweil K2000 keyboard, the 5th production keyboard off the line (#2 was Stevie Wonder). I’ve had a recording “studio” for 28 years. I don’t do this for a living, I do it for fun.
In college, my friend Mike and I tried to be recording artists. At the time, I would tell you I couldn’t sing my way out of a wet-paper sack. I still don’t think I can, but friends and acquaintances close to me now say I can. So, I wanted to share one of my favorite songs I’ve ever recorded. It’s a song by Chris Rice called “Other Side of the Radio.” Enjoy!