I am at a point in my life where I feel that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to do, and I have never been happier or more fulfilled. Here’s the short version of how I got here. I am a preacher's kid. We can be the worst, and as for my part, I have not been a saint. I have never thought of myself as a preachy person, but this lesson from my father, probably more than any other, has changed my life, and in the most profound and positive way. Why am I a musician? Why did I start Boxleys? Why did I start a jazz festival? Why did I start a blues festival? How did I get to the point? Lesson #10 is the answer. Thanks Dad! Read more…
Month: September 2023
My dad didn’t start out a Jazz fan at all. He found it confusing. He was not a musician, and he didn’t think of himself as having musical talent. Growing up, I rarely heard him sing, I sometimes heard him hum a tune, and sometimes he would clap his deformed hands. As a burn victim, he couldn’t really flatten his hands to make much of a sound, but he tried nonetheless. He was always quiet when it came to music, so I have no idea really if my dad could carry a tune in a bucket.
Danny Kolke 