For me, science and faith were incompatible. But as I took a step out of religiosity and took a step toward understanding who God is, God took a step towards me. So when the Lord told me to go find my bass that I hadn't played in 15 years and join a worship band, I did it. It was 15 years of anger, depression, and destructive behavior that God wanted to work on.
In my healing I've written a couple dozen songs so far, and busking is a great way to share them. That's the beauty of StreetJelly. I get to meet great artists and friends, AND I get to underline a chapter of my story, put a roadsign along my particular path, or shine a light upon the working that He continues to do.
And sometimes someone is inspired, lifted up in spirit, given new hope, provided some insight into their life, or is given the means and the motivation to change.
Sometimes that's been me.
Always love it when mom stops the stroller, and the kid in tow thinks it's cool to just come up and start strumming your guitar - while you're playing!
It's also great when passersby realize you're playing contemporary Christian music and they light up, give you a big thumbs up, and say they appreciate you.
What’s so cool about live performance is it’s true music; you can’t hide behind someone else’s doctrine, interpretations, and feelings. To me, it's the ultimate in making music. Busking is just throwing yourself out there, with no rules of engagement and no choice but to be authentic.
And, ya know, like make music.
Aaaahh This has stuck with me forever! I have to go all the way back to grade school. You might say that I become attached to my instruments...
I started out playing the tuba. In the 5th grade, sitting in the band and being bored stupid while the director worked with the flutes or something, I mindlessly was sticking my fingers into various nooks and crannies of my instrument (and there are a lot on a tuba). Somehow I managed to get my finger through and stuck in this ring where you'd attach a carrying strap. And it WOULD NOT COME OUT.
After embarrassing "rescue attempts" from the director, the school nurse, various kids and teachers - and yes, the fire department - the janitor lubed my finger up with some grease and yanked my finger from the brass ring.
From then on I was known as "the kid who got his finger stuck in the tuba"!
My bass is a Warwick Corvette Std Fretless 4-String Bubinga in natural finish. Simply amazingly warm, deep, growly, and mmwhaah on the top end. Incredible.
My acoustic for busking especially when I travel is a Traveler Ultra-Light Maple, an absolutely indestructible piece of enabling technology.
For recording and performing I have a 40 year-old Martin D-28 Dreadnought. Thanks to TLC this sweet baby is in top shape, and would never, ever, dare to insult its pedigree and disappoint its owner - nothing but bold mids, plenty of bottom and mellow highs.
Feelings - my first bass - A red Epiphone I bought with newspaper route money. Forever attached to thoughts of my first crush and first heartbreak, as well as my first paying gig, and the best drummer I've ever played with up in Rochester, NY.
I love my wife's guitar, an authentic, hippy 1970-ish Gibson B-25. Love to play it and imagine sitting around a campfire in the mountains singing songs about love, nature, and freedom.
“You made my heart sing.”
“Thanks for playing my song.”
“I bow to your Godliness.”
“On my couch, saving the world.”