There are probably more world class guitarists per capita in Nashville than any other city in the America.
I’m not one of them.
At least, I don’t feel like one of them. I live in a city where, at any given time, I can go downtown and watch musicians who have mastered the art of guitar. I stand in lines at coffee shops next to people who have written some of my favorite songs. Rent isn’t cheap in Nashville; lessons in humility, however, are complimentary.
For four years I worked in Student Affairs at a college in Virginia and played guitar on the weekends. My wife and I probably could have gotten a couple of dogs, raised a family, and retired out there someday. We were comfortable. We were secure. But comfort and security have never been high on our list of priorities.
So after much prayer and with the encouragement of countless great friends, we left everything that was familiar to us and began a new adventure.
In the relatively short time since we moved to town, I’ve spent almost as much time on the road as I have at home. I’ve been blessed to work with some incredible artists, and feel like I’ve learned more in the past six months than I have in the past six years of playing combined. I’m still learning and getting better; I hope I never stop.
So no… I don’t feel like I’m the cream of the crop – and frankly, I’m not sure how anyone could realistically feel that way given how amazing and different everyone is here. But I do feel like I belong. Like I can stand beside these giants and add my voice to the show alongside theirs. Like the Lord brought me here for reasons bigger than I can understand or comprehend.
Like I was made for this.
So there’s my story so far, or at least a small piece of it. I believe our stories are extremely important – and if you’re reading this, I’d love to hear yours. Drop me a line and let’s grab coffee… perhaps our adventures will intertwine.