Album Notes

Mark Martin, the name is both a curse and a blessing. I am not the famous NASCAR Driver. We are about the same age but I look so much younger. I am a songwriter and guitarist from Michigan.
I have been singing and playing the guitar since I was 13 years. old. I was born the oldest of 5 children, my parents raised me Catholic and sent me to Parochial school ASAP.
This was when President Kennedy was around and the world was black and white. In school I was beaten if I didn't sing and beaten if I did not do my home work.
My father was an engineer at Chrysler Corp. and worked in the design studio, he wore a tie to work, and I wore a tie to school.
I would later follow in his footsteps and work in the same field of automotive work. I grew up interested in cars and girls in tight sweaters. I started working at age 11 with a Detroit Free Press Paper route, then over the next 7 yrs I worked in a drug store and after I graduated High School I worked at a Kmart for the summer.
More cars and girls with tight sweaters, I started going to Community College to take some drafting classes, I got my foot in the door at a "job shop" a place where all the drafting was done on the drawing board. All the workers were called "jobbies" which was a classy word for "Drafting Whore". Sometimes I would work at two different companies at the same time and put in close to 80 hours a week. I was making great money even more than my Dad, and I thought that the more you made the more successful you were. I did this "jobbie" thing for the next 25 yrs and traveled the world drafting for dollars.
Within this time period, I got married to a smart woman who could manage money. We never had any kids, but we have had a lot of great times together. I would play my guitar and sing in local bars and restaurants when I was traveling around the world.
My dad passed away 2 yrs after his retirement, this made me realize just how unimportant a job really is. I retired at 45 and have been doing something I like to do. I sing and play the guitar and I write songs from the heart. If this is my last day on earth let me die with a guitar in my hand. My music will live on long after I am gone.