Motherfocation

Motherfocation

“I remember as a three year old an early example of my musical expressiveness; banging on pots n' pans in the kitchen floor, it was a true joy! However, after my second or third try, having discovered the thrill of sudden crescendos and sforzandos my mother grew weary of my primitive music making; her requests to stop, grew into demands, and then demands grew into threats, then something snapped!!! my mother yanked me up off the floor by my arm, slinging me into the air and tossed me into the pantry closet, slammed the door and left me there for I don't know how long, or at least until my hysterical screaming had died down enough to cause her to wonder whether or not I was still breathing; after all no one had ever checked the seal around the door jamb to see if it was air tight.
My little soul was consumed with fear and total darkness.
Finally she let me out, and I was a shattered,
splattered case of terror & gratefulness, thankful to be free, to see light, to be accepted,
as well as angry and scared at what might happen to me in the future. Nine years later I won the Jefferson Standard Scholarship to go to Brevard Music Center. A lovely percussion work was my audition piece.”