in·spi·ra·tion ˌinspəˈrāSHən/ noun 1. the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, esp. to do something creative.   I have been in search of inspiration lately. I feel as if I have lost my creative spark.  I am not sure if inspiration is something you can actually look for, and find…or if it has to come to you. Like a gift. Writer Jack London said, “You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.”  I find that visual to be a tad bit barbaric. I picture a big burly lumberjack type person stomping through the woods with a club, sweeping the brush aside. When thinking about the places I usually find inspiration, a gentler hand would be necessary. I am inspired by nature.  Sitting quietly while the wind rustles through the trees.  Watching a sunset. Listening to the birds welcome a new morning. I am inspired by connection. A gentle touch. A warm hug. An intimate conversation. Quality time with good friends. I am inspired by music. The soothing tones of an acoustic folk song. Lyrics that speak to my soul. Well blended harmonies. Sometimes something a little harder with a strong driving beat.   Well Jack, I must admit, I think I have been waiting for inspiration to fall into my lap. I haven’t written anything in ages. I open up my computer, stare at my blog, and nothing comes. In the past, words would just flow out of my fingers. I use to hear poems in my head and I would race to the keyboard to get them down. Now, I not only have nothing to say, I can’t even make up interesting things to say!   I think I may have to take Jack...

Did you know that I am in a band? Every year for the past five years or so I have sung with this group of amazingly talented people….for one gig a year. That’s right. My band plays just one time a year. For the Annual Christmas Party of CNL Bank in downtown Orlando. We have a great time, play great music, and say to each other…we should do this more often. Every year we say, wouldn’t it be fun to play music for other holiday parties?  Well, after five years of saying that, I have decided to go ahead and do it. While I won’t be offering a full band, myself and a talented pianist are available to liven up your holiday party or event. Whether it be a short performance, a group sing a long, or background dinner music, let us take your party to the next level. Head over to my Entertainment page to hear samples, get more information or book an event....

Music has always been a part of my life. For as long as I can remember, I have either been listening to it, singing it, or playing it. It is a part of me. I think it is genetic. My mother is the oldest of seven kids, and all of them are musical. They sing, or they play instruments or they do both! They were even in a band together as teens/young adults called The Loved Ones. It’s no wonder why there was always great music on in the house when I was young. I learned to love the best. The Beatles, Crosby Stills and Nash, The Moody Blues, Jethro Tull, The Doobie Brothers. I have great memories of our family get togethers being a great big sing along. Someone will pull out a guitar, and we  break into Suite Judy Blue Eyes, or one of the many Beatles songs they know. As I got older  and developed my own taste in music though, I don’t remember my mom’s musical appetite growing with me. There were some things we agreed on, but I definitely had my own genre. She fell into that stereotypical parent role of “Turn that garbage down”. It was not garbage by any means. This was the 90’s you see. In the heat of the grunge movement. I have to admit, I was a sucker for the dirty sound of bands like Pearl Jam, Jane’s Addiction, Alice In Chains and Nirvana. If I hear them today, I still want to close my eyes and lay my head back and “get lost” in the music. If I concentrate hard enough, I can almost smell the incense burning, and hear my mom banging on the door telling me to turn it down. Now,...