I could quote any of their words like a Southern preacher quotes the Bible. My rock and roll apostles. All, to me, spoke Truth. But while the others had been divorced too many collective times to count, Neil and Pegi stood tall and strong, always.
I realized that there comes a time in every woman's life when she needs to be sung to by a man with a heartbreakingly handsome voice in a language she doesn't understand. The sound of the words should drip with the dreams of her youth and the melody should hint of the promise that comes with time.
Everyone is listening to his story now, and an artist that young, with such an abundance of talent, could easily crack under the pressure and create a safe album. "Sing" is a great song, but it is too safe. I expect more from the rest of the tracks come June 23rd.
"One Woman" has reached people all around the world with its message of women's empowerment. It has already spawned a Chinese version, and an Arabic version is about to be released on International Women's Day.
"Be excellent," stated DESSA, born Margaret Wander, unapologetically. For musicians or fans of her work, it was an interesting evening listening to her discuss what it takes to be a successful musician.
Finding your authentic voice is for naught unless you are willing to use it. When you live with a willingness to allow your authentic voice to be heard something mystical and magical begins to happen: Your heart opens and your soul soars because you are revealing who you were born to be.
Singer, songwriter and multi-talented musician Casey Abrams performs his original tune "Stuck in London" and answers fan questions about his mesmerizing beard, his relationship with Haley Reinhart, the evolution of his music for his latest self-titled album and upcoming tours.
When I was 14, I thought I would grow up to become a singer. And then something happened. My parents died and I didn't want to be happy anymore so I refused to sing a note. Later, when I found myself humming in the shower and singing along to the car radio, I knew happiness had a fighting chance.
Until now, I have not written about Whitney Houston, largely because so many others have. However, when I learned that Los Angeles radio hosts, John and Ken of KFI AM 640 had referred to Ms. Houston as a "crack ho", I could not remain silent.