During my teenage years (and early double-digit age years if you count musical theatre), music was my life. I couldn't imagine pursuing anything else. I wanted to become an original artist and tour the world.
Children's theatre afforded me some singing experience, more so in the context of stage presence and less about actual technique. Nevertheless, I knew I enjoyed it and wanted to branch out from just acting.
Then, things took a turn by the time I was 18...
Life happened. I knew I wasn't going to become as successful as, for example, Beyonce. I started exploring other career routes, none of which resonated with me until I discovered journalism when I was 20.
It surprises no one that I love live music. Their enthusiasm was contagious, talent on another level.
If it isn't obvious, I couldn't stay away from any facet of the music world, especially Broadway musicals which made me miss both singing AND acting, a passion from even earlier in my childhood. I couldn't stop singing show tunes in my car, my room (when home alone) or the shower.
At the start of 2019, I made a friend in Boston (featured on drums in both videos below) who introduced me to the scene at Berklee College of Music. Initially, I asked him to help with connections for my journalism assignments, such as interviews with different musicians he plays for. I gained so much more from this introduction than just extra points on my articles.
I wrote a profile for one of my classes on this lovely soul, Blythe Schulte, who stunned me with her strong, powerful, jazzy voice. She is multi-racial, like me; we are both seven different ethnicities, a topic which came up in our first interview and sparked lengthy, amusing conversations. This is one of the initial reasons I took a heavy interest in her.
Seeking a Thursday night study break, I went to see this talented country star, Sydney Matlock, per my friend's invitation. Her sound is directly up my alley, for one thing; I love country music especially when there are elements of pop woven in.
My multiple-year long contemplation of picking up my guitar and/or a microphone came to an end after exposure to the Berklee scene; I guess you could say it was my selling point. I compared it to the time I went skydiving. I knew jumping out of the airplane would be an unforgettable experience, but I was hesitant for expected reasons. The instructor pushed me out of the plane without warning. This sounds semi-terrifying, but I couldn't stop smiling.