Being in the recording business means meeting interesting people daily. More than that, it has for me, led to romance. I met my wife, Jenny when she came into the studio to put together a demo track of her original tunes. She struck me right away as being very intelligent and kind. We’ve been married five years now and have 2-year-old twins. The day I met her was the best day of my life followed by the birth of our boys, Gavin and Shane.
People often ask me how I got into the recording business. It came naturally, and mostly through my family. To pay the bills Dad was a tow truck driver and Mom was an elementary grade teacher. Neither one loved what they did, but they did love music. It was never quiet around the house with three kids, but more importantly, our home was always filled with music.
My older brother Zak was the singer. He has a pitch perfect ear and I’m told he started picking up lyrics around the age of three. My little sis, Cole and I couldn’t hit a proper note if our lives depended on it. At least we knew we couldn’t sing – unlike many of the people who come into Park Lane Recordings. Maybe it was the face my mother used to make and then the offer of a seat at the piano next to her that gave my lack of vocal talent away.
Mom and Dad were happiest when they could invite friends over for some jams. They used every excuse to come up with a reason to get all the usual suspects crammed into our living room with guitars, violins, maracas, tambourines, drums and assorted musical noise makers.
It wasn’t long before Zak’s voice was heard chiming in with all the others – it just seemed natural. Cole got pretty good on the guitar. By the time she was eight, she was strumming with the old timers and making Daddy and Mama proud.
As for me, I held my own on the piano at age ten, but I was no child prodigy. That didn’t matter to anyone at all. It was all about having fun. I don’t recall ever being judged or corrected when I slipped up. It was just about the joy of music. It brought people together who shared that same joy.
Lifelong friends were born out of our “family” music nights. Now in their seventies, my folks still make up reasons for getting some of the old crew together. Although we’ve lost a couple, it’s like there’re still there once the music begins. Zak, Cole and I can’t always make the jams, but we make a point of stopping by once in a while to get a dose of good sounds, and good people.
It seems our twins might carry on the tradition. They bounce around to tunes most of their waking hours. It’s been kind of a recent play game to have them sing for their supper. “Remember the song Grandpa taught you?” Jenny would ask and off they go into a two-year old’s rendition of Daddy Sang Bass. It’s hilarious and warms my heart to know that the “circle won’t be broken, Bye and bye Lord, bye and bye.”