you know when you watch a movie, and the soundtrack fits perfectly with the scene? that’s what my life is like. there is hardly a moment when you will not see me singing the song in my head. sometimes it doesn’t make sense. but sometimes life doesn’t make sense. i imagine my life as a musical, simply because music is my life.
so, i was born unto mark lowery, a fabulous self-taught musician and artist, and kathy bonnell, a wonderful poet. their marriage didn’t last long, but their influences are eternal. i remember reading my mama’s poems. she wrote about god, poverty, and the afterlife. i was so young that i didn’t quite understand what they meant, but i knew they were powerful and i cried. she has a way with words, and a knack for putting things into perspective. as a child, i loved to watch my daddy play music. i watched in awe as he would “pick and grin” with my paw-paw. he and his siblings formed a bluegrass gospel band and played at local churches, but after my paw-paw died.. so did the band. i inherited his old acoustic guitar. and somewhere in between then and now, i met a boy, who gave me more than enough to write about.
before i knew it, i was playing, and people were listening. and there is no greater feeling than to bear my soul on these strings and have it appreciated by complete strangers. because in that moment, my emotions are contagious. they infect people i have never met and breed happiness, passion, and love within them, even if only for the duration of the song.