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Ken Lynch
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I started playing the trumpet in the third grade and I can remember doing solo leads for the band. I have only two other memories associated with this time in my life. They were bad memories. Dont get me wrong! I am not dewelling on them. I use them to keep me strong. The first and most heart breaking was, the fact that my mother and father never came to see me perform. Can you imagine, as a child, how devastating that was for me? Second; By the final year, I made it to first chair! This means I was the best trumpet player of the band and played several solos. When the awards ceremonies were conducted, there was a particular individual in our band that recieved the highest award for trumpet player who in fact was a second chair player and in fact wasn't very good at all. I remember him to this day! I was left with nothing; no award, no appreciation, no certificate. Nothing! After all the standing ovations I had recieved during all of the concerts we played, I didnt even get a "thank you" from the band director. How devastaing it was! I just so happen to pick up the guitar that same year and I swore from that moment on I would never play another single note on the trumpet. I love music but this was it for the trumpet venues. I had to fight that demon. I started playing guitar by ear and I am self taught. I have never had a lesson. I currently have written over 200 songs and poems. I have copywrites and have been published a couple of times. I have a band called "Homebrew" and we are one of the best local bands in my city. There is one thing I learned in my life back when I these devastating events took place. I learned that; even though there are times when we feel like giving up on our passions, our passions never give up on us. And, somehow, in someway these things we do are like a physical part of our body hanging off like an arm or a leg or a finger and we are attached to it as much as it is to us. If we try to cut it off to spite ourselves, we become lost souls, wandering around aimlessly.
I have conquered these demons and my soul is saved. As years passed, I realized that the trumpet was not my instrument at all, but the guitar was. I know now, that I was saved from these demons back then. Devine intervention took place which led me to my perfect place. The guitar! You see, everything has a way of working itself out if you keep it attached. Do not cut it off. It is a part of you.
sweetvenues's Genres: Pop, Country, Jazz, Rock and Roll, Blues, Spiritual
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