Finding a Needle in a Hay Stack

When I was five I decided that I wanted to be a singer, at the age of eleven I changed my mind and gave some serious thought to archeology. Highschool came and went with its many life lessons and lesions. Wilfrid Laurier University offered me a scholarship in Archeology but I felt that Waterloo was too close to my home town (Cambridge), so I went to London instead, for Anthropology. That, I will always feel, was a mistake. London bored me silly so on a whim I dropped out of University, moved to Toronto, started bartending and attended acting classes. There is nothing like being an Urban Cliche.

I studied vocal music for thirteen years. My ego was pumped up during that entire time from just about everyone I can recall (barring my family). After singing in a variety of bands and situations I began to question my talent, or if I even had any. Those questions fueled a desire to learn as much about music and the world as I could. Those questions house happy memories,heart breaking discoveries, and a skeleton I painted florescent colors years ago.

Although I am a great fan of the Theatre, it was a lustful affair for me so like all cheap lovers, I bowed out early. I continued studying many subjects in both university and college. Photography, astronomy, geology, computer sciences, health care, and modern dance - to name a few. I have participated in music through out it all. I am a self taught guitarist - to my listeners detriment. For some reason or another, I have never had the patience to stick with lessons. As a kid I played the violin, flute and xylophone. I hated the flute, but loved the other two.

I have worked so many jobs that listing them is both self indulgent and boring. Two descriptions I usually set aside for people I dislike. After all of this life activity I have learned one thing: there is nothing in life worth being bitter over, bitterness will always and only keep you from the best, the good, and the deserving.

I would dive into a field of Hay to find the needle that could stitch my silly dreams together - with any luck I'd get there long before the cows.