How do I feel about music? well, since I can remember it has been the one and only constant. Memories of gospel hymns sang Acapella, 8th row, right side church pew. Watching my mother clean the house and listening to Elvis, or some Patsy Cline. Watching the Lawrence Welk show with my grandmother... playing vinyl at her house. My grandfather being a musician who played, banjo, fiddle, piano and guitar. My grandmother recording me when I was five... "what do you want to be when you grow up?", me- "a singer". My mother forcing me to read my father a song I had written in the 5th grade, and then him explaining to me that music is what he called " a pipe dream". Never knew what that meant until I was older, just that it wasn't something he wanted me to pursue. I never got the singing lessons I asked for in middle school, but I sang anyway. I sang in church, I sang in music elective classes, performing arts, etc. I sang in and out of a few bands over the ye...