My grandmother, Ethel Mae, seated with her brother, Samuel, singing “His Eye is On the Sparrow” along with her niece Oneila, who is holding 8-month old me. Mother and Aunt Shirley’s voices in the background. ca. November 1990.
My grandmother, Ethel Mae, seated with her brother, Samuel, singing “His Eye is On the Sparrow” along with her niece Oneila, who is holding 8-month old me. Mother and Aunt Shirley’s voices in the background. ca. November 1990.
Music has been a part of my life since birth. I was born into a singing family, surrounded by voices that could bring down heaven and silence the rocks of the earth. Like so many Black vocalists, I began my official music education in the church, my father's church, where I sang in choirs and with my mother and older sister, and some times my aunts and cousins. My older brother would some times be there to accompany us on the piano. This musical training is perhaps one of the most profound survival skills I've been blessed to cultivate in my life.
The gift of music has taken me far and given me so very much over the years. I've been a part of numerous vocal and instrumental ensembles and projects including starting my own touring gospel choir at age 14, performing at various festivals and similar events, and even producing a compilation album featuring independent musical artists (patchwork symphony) through my Alabama-based cultural community non-profit, Higher Ground Society. Now, having begun putting down roots here in Atlanta, I'm ready to do something I've wanted to do for years—connect with singers who not only enjoy music of all kinds for music's sake, but who also deeply believe in music's ability to bring people together, its power to teach us history and life lessons, and its promise to change the world. This is bridges. I hope you join the chord.
[Your Name Here...Soon.]