LIFE AND TIMES
Love, loss, redemption and faith.
Maple trees, ridgelines above the sea and wishing wells.
These are the things I write about.
I don’t write because I want to be famous, or even because I want to be a rockstar (although the rockstar thing would be cool, and sometimes on good hair days I think I can pull it off).
I write because writing is a part of me. Usually the 3-second choruses I record in my groggy voice at 4 in the morning don’t sound as good as they did while sleeping, but sometimes they become jewels, slowly carved out of rough stone over the course of a few hours, days, weeks, or even years.
At the most basic level, singing is my way of connecting to other people. My mom used to sing to me for hours every day when I was a baby.
My dad, Ron Scofield, was a folk singer and songwriter, and gave me my first guitar. My mom raised me on Motown. A huge Hendrix fan, she survived Woodstock with my aunt and uncle, and when I was barely old enough they took me to a Michael Jackson concert. My Grandpa played show tunes on his organ in the living room and his sister helped restore many of the historic theatre organs and their original venues in Detroit.
Beyond my musical family, my early influences included everything from Whitney Houston and Michael Jackson to INXS, U2, The Cure, Alison Krauss, Sam Bush, Natalie Merchant, The Indigo Girls, Janis Joplin and Emmylou Harris. And Bach. I learned music theory by playing classical piano at a very young age.
I'm currently defining success by whether or not kids are dancing to my music at Farmers Markets. And I am overjoyed at the response from some of you when I play my original songs.
For now, I’m following Rumi’s advice:
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you truly love.”
Thank you for being a part of my journey.
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