|Posted by John R. Daubney on November 6, 2011 at 9:15 AM|
Beginning as early as 7 or 8 years-old when I would hear my mother's record player sending out the songs of Perry Como, Bing Crosby, Mantovani, Nat King Cole, and Carmen Cavallaro. From that time, music touched something deep within and took me away on little three and four- minute emotional, and spiritual trips. Music allowed me to rise above whatever difficulties and fears I may have been experiencing at that time. I was hooked! Nat Cole's song, Nature Boy, was the first piece of music that grabbed me in such a way. Great art has the power to touch and transport all of us, and I believe, it gives us a little glimpse into truth, imagination, and maybe even into our potential.
Music became a passion and was always present, though in my early 20s I decided I had to grow up. Well, the Beatles came along and blew up that decision for me. Since then I have developed a passion that has moved from a passionate appreciation of music, to now at the age of 70, a fullblown love of performing. Following my 50th birthday I purchased my first guitar, took a few lessons over the those early years, and along with a few friends have created a band Misspent Youth, and we perform at Coffee Houses, church functions, and now, out in the community.
I can not accurately describe the joy this has brought me and the awe as well, of the power of passion when used with a higher intention than just my own self aggrandizement. My dreams of being a rock and roll star are long gone (for the most part) and have been replaced by a higher intention of bringing joy to myself and band members through our creativity and collaboration, and then in whatever way the Divine decides, to bring happiness to others.
My ego will sometimes say that I am too old to be playing rock and roll and having so much fun and that I should be more age-appropriate. To that voice I say, " I am going to live life fully until the day that I die, and you're free to come along for the ride if you would like."