By Scott Coner
Country/Americana Singer-Songwriter
I don't really remember
not being drawn to music. Honestly, it's all that I have ever wanted. Through
the years, I have had many unforeseen blessings come my way, including my wife,
my kids, my appreciation for life... But all the time, music has been alive in
my heart. The draw of writing a song (the need to play the guitar alone
somewhere) has always been part of my makeup.
I am a middle-age man
these days, and I can tell you that nothing has changed in my heart. I find
myself turning off the stereo in my truck as I drive down some highway and
think about a song or some other part of this business. For those of you that have
heard my story in the song "Nashville Song", I don't guess that this
news comes as a surprise. But, I am the man that must live with the choices I
have made. Through the years, I have walked away from all kinds of business
opportunities that would have caged me in somehow, and I have been fortunate in
the fact that I came out unscathed. But I will go to my grave knowing the truth
to be something I find difficult to live with.
Music has been the
mistress in my life that I have loved with my entire being, but she has been a
self-centered wretch to be honest. She has kept me awake countless nights as I
have worried about the business dealings she has brought my way. She has left
me frozen in time as I have been given one bad deal after another. She has also
given me some of the sweetest moments I have ever known. She has blessed me
with so many friends, so many chords, so many words, so many dreams...
The simple truth is that
given another life (another clean slate), I would probably do it all over
again. I don't want to be the guy that stands in his barn and drinks beer until
its time to stumble up to the house to an annoyed woman. I don't want to be the
guy that buys the big sports package for his television and waits for the next
car race or football game. That type of life would be like a bullet to my soul.
I cannot imagine the musical backdrop of my day being staged by some lame
classic rock station as it plays another cut from its 30-album library. No,
that existence just couldn't work for me.
Music offers more
dimensions than what the world offers. Music is my therapist. Music has given
me courage when I had none. She has given me lyrics to share my feelings and
commitment when I simply wanted to run away. Music gave me my wife, my kids,
and my whole little world. It's true that through the years I have had a few
bloody cuts from Nashville, as well as other parts of the world. But with age
comes clarity, and I have realized that all of it has had purpose, and the
purpose was to give me strength and appreciation. I will forever be grateful
for what I have been given by music, and if anyone ever found me even a little
bitter, then they didn't know me at all.
(Scott Coner is
available for concert bookings. To learn more about him and hear his music,
visit http://www.Facebook.com/ScottConerMusic, http://www.YouTube.com/user/ScottConer, or
http://www.ScottConer.com.)
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