On the 19th of April this year, it’ll be 10 years since my father passed away. From the moment he left my family and I, I’ve continued to use is absence as my audience. He’d never seen me perform, and this year, I want to give him the show of a lifetime. To make sure that no one watches without smiling.
It’s a little hard to believe that 6 months have already passed so quickly and the 7th is about to end soon. It’s a strange thing with time and age, but it really does seem to pass ever faster the older you get. I know I’ve been rather quiet everywhere over the last few months, and that’s only because I’ve been working my butt off! (I still have the butt though, it’s too big to lose) I did share a little bit of a snippet of the work I’ve been doing a while ago and I hope you enjoyed that because there is so much more to come.
My father’s passing gave me purpose. His life, gave me purpose, when he was alive and if there’s anything I’d have liked to say then, it’d have been that. I found a way to express myself and put my talents to good use, albeit a little too late, however the shame only arises from the fact that he never got to see me play like this.
As selfish as the title sounds, it’s the name of the very first photo album I ever made on Facebook. How times have changed; it’s been such that you can actually track my entire progress from fat to now fat with the click of a mouse. The point is, it doesn’t matter, I can laugh at it now, and I’m not afraid to let you guys see it too!
That’s the link. I look like a tool. Every time I look back at those photos, it brings back a flood of memories and thoughts I had as a teenager during my travels. The guy in the red shirt, Anthony Mack, was my best friend in Hong Kong, where I went to school for a short time. A year after I’d left the city, I found out that he’d committed suicide. He was a happy camper and an all round good guy. He even put up with what my classmates would call stinky Indian food, or Aloo Jeera (one of my favourites). Some of the pictures come from one of the last holiday’s I went on with my father, Greece. I look at it now, and wonder what would have become of me if nothing had changed? Well that’s the beauty of life. The life I’ve lived has played a part in all the stories I’ve tried to tell through my music. I’m lucky I have a supportive family, otherwise the ridicule I’d face if my efforts failed would have been hard to bear.
Which is what brings me to this note. I’ve been a little afraid to be myself over the last few years. It’s understandable that one bears the weight of the judgment that he or she may face when they try to put themselves out there. I’m just trying to be the best man I can be, and I honestly believe that through my music and with a little bit of your love, I can get there.
Quite honestly, there’s a lot I’ve said here, that I don’t tell anyone, and I’m all for making fans, but I want to make friends out of you too. I started doing this little thing where I go live on Facebook once a week, playing a song I’ve written, new or old. However I don’t want to let it end there. I need you folks to talk to me, ask and I shall do my best to answer. I’ll be honest, fair and that kind of stupid funny that makes you want to whack your forehead so hard it leaves a bruise. It’s all a part of the journey, and I hate travelling alone.
That’s all I have to say for now. Thanks for taking the time to look at my embarrassing photos from my ugly ugly ugly past. I hope I’ve made a friend out of you. I’ll see you on Tuesday. (Over here just in case you can't find it!)