Whether I’m at work, in the car, at church, or sometimes even in my dreams, I hear people that are great singers. I fantasize every once in a while how it would feel to be like them. But so far in my 35 years, I have yet to sing a solo in front of a crowd, unless my line in the “We Like Sheep” musical at church when I was in 3rd grade counts. Maybe the director heard promise in my voice. To sum up my singing career since then, though, two words: unrealized potential. You’d think with all these producers in Nashville they’d know a diamond in the rough when they see it! I blame the industry.
-Out of the Wilderness