First of all, I could’ve adopted a stage name, called myself Pierre Troubador or something similarly exotic. I mean, John Denver had the foresight to know that John Deutschendorf would have trouble becoming a household name. But I don’t like facades or anything phony. That’s one thing you should know about me. Randy Brumley’s my name, and feel free to wear it out.
My parents gave me my name and my talent. They were musicians from way back, and gave me my first shot at performing, when I was six, a guest performance with my sister at a county fair in Yale, Oklahoma. Music has been my life ever since. Countless hours in my room singing and playing guitar, writing songs, doing the local rock ‘n roll band thing, making records, playing all over. I even worked in a music store for eleven years, and got away from what I love to do: writing and performing my songs.
I’m done with the business side, at least the selling of instruments. I am committed one billion percent to harnessing the endless stream of melodies and song ideas in my head and offering them to the world. After all these years, finally I know what I am: a singer/songwriter. I am in love with music. I am in love with life. My songs say so.