Saints on Sundays.
Sinners on Saturdays.

I grew up in a house where music was always on. My dad was a minister of music. My mom played piano and organ in church every Sunday. They were the saints. My grandfather pulled out his fiddle on Saturday nights - that side of the family kept things lively. They were the sinners. Both sides made me what I am.

The records that played in our house ran the whole spectrum. Gospel and classical. Jazz and soul. Blues and Elvis. Bluegrass and country. Then later - Kiss and Van Halen, Led Zeppelin and ZZ Top. I never had to pick a lane. I loved all of it.

Everyone in my family was a trained musician. I'm the one who plays by ear.

I picked up every instrument I could get my hands on. Never read a chart in my life. I just listened, and I copied, and eventually I started writing my own. Growing up I wanted to be a rock star. Most kids do. I took the business path instead, and I'm grateful for it. It worked out.

Now I've come full circle. The motivation isn't fame. It isn't fortune. It's just the music - getting it out of my head and into the world the way I always heard it. Blue Mountain Fellowship is the name I gave that work.

What the Fellowship Stands For

Good Food. Football after tailgating on Saturday and after Church on Sunday. Faith when you are a saint and a sinner. We keep score with Football....but not with Faith. The kind of stuff that used to be the default and somehow became radical.