Born a musician

I didn’t choose to be a musician. Before I remember speaking, I remember singing. At home I would lie on the floor and listen to my mother play the piano, feeling the vibration of the song move through the ground into me. As soon as I could reach the keys, I was picking out tunes by ear. By five years old I was taking piano lessons.

When no one was home, I would blast my favorite songs and sing at the top of my lungs, pretending I was on a stage. Imagining a crowd of people watch me belt sent goosebumps down my arms. Music has always been visceral for me, and I am compelled to keep creating it.

After college I picked up the guitar and started to frequent open mics. There I awkwardly stumbled into learning how to perform. Luckily, Northeast Ohio is brimming with ridiculously talented and kind-hearted people who embraced me and encouraged me to keep at it. I am forever grateful for those who collaborated with me, supported me and loved me along the way.