When I was sixteen years old, my Mom sat me down and had a
talk with me about what I wanted to do when I grew up. She could see that I had a growing passion
for playing guitar and writing music, but she wanted to see if she could try
and suggest a “safer” and more “secure” path.
She suggested, as any loving, well intentioned mother would, that
perhaps pursuing a career in music wouldn’t be the easiest or most secure
choice of a profession.
My mom is a doctor and I’ll never for...