A Discovery of Being Understood

by Heath Church

A Discovery of Being Understood by Heath Church
When I play a song for you, I want to create an experience that sticks with you. I want to take you to a place in your mind where you feel accepted and understood in a unique way that you haven’t before. That’s what music does. It understands us. I think everyone needs a chance to feel understood.

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The Summit (954), “Def Cat”, and the South Florida Music Scene…

by Timothy LaRoque

The Summit (954), DefCat, and the South Florida Music Scene... by Timothy LaRoque
It was the summer of 2016 (going into my junior year of high school) when I had switched from Fort Lauderdale High School to South Broward. I was in a cover band at the time with some kids I’d known from earlier on in my childhood, but I never felt too close with them.

I always wanted to be in a band where I was playing with genuine friends and making meaningful music with help from all parties. So I went searching (with the idea of finally writing music, while making friends) in my new school’s band program, I joined the jazz band on guitar and piano, while also joining marching band and regular band on the tuba. Right off the bat, I met two kids that I liked and wanted to start a group with.

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Greg Connors Music Lays the “Holiday Cards on the Table”

by Gregc

Greg Connors Music Lays the Holiday Cards on the Table
This had to be done. I found myself following Halloween, sliding toward the trifecta of winter holidays; in the suburbs. I was alone, maudlin, grateful, full of ideas, beliefs and memories.

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You Can Never Tell Where Your Music Will Take You

by D.B. Rouse

You Can Never Tell Where Your Music Will Take You by D.B. Rouse

It’s not every day that a busker finds himself headlining a theater. It’s not every day that you find a theater headliner busking. After playing a couple rural theaters in northern New Mexico and the panhandle of Oklahoma (where I sold my weight in kazoos and got drunk off the power of conducting an entire theater full of kazoo players), we were back on the highway and out of money. It’s amazing how quickly money goes when you’re on the road. The rent goes in the gas tank, and the rest into our food tanks.

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