I was born a poor pink child…. In Detroit, Michigan, in 1955, and no I didn’t think I’d live this long either! Making it past 20 is a bonus, a 37 year bonus. I have been playing and writing music since I was about 6 or 7 years old. Somewhere there is a tape of the first song I wrote, called, “Forget you”. And no, it will not be posted. I started on drums, and I was so good, the music teacher at school asked me “Is there any other instrument you would rather play?” Which made me mad, and I developed an “I’ll show him” attitude. By the end of the year, in a band recital, I played a solo. But, as I grew a little older, I realized that I could not take the drums to the park, or school, or to a girls house and serenade the girls, so I started playing guitar. I soon found out, that playing the guitar could take me anywhere I wanted to go, mentally. It could take away my anger, or build it. It could make me happy or sad. I could sing about the girls that broke my heart, and get even. I call the guitar “my drug of choice”. I have fallen asleep playing, woke up the next morning, with the guitar still lying there, and started playing again before I got out of bed.
You will not find perfect music here, on my site. There are no great lead singers, but some of the background vocalist, are amazing. What you will find is music that I “Feel” and music that was given by God, to me. The song “Child of the great I am” was written as a response to a gentleman writing “atheistic” comments in the letters to the editor section of a small town newspaper. A friend responded to the questions and respectfully and biblically answered them. The gentleman responded to him, with name calling, and generally putting him down, and ignoring the content. So, I wrote an angry reply to him, stating that he has the right to his opinion, but if my opinion is that everyone with your first and last name is a blithering idiot, I have the right to say it, but I probably shouldn’t. Then the song came to me and I did not send the reply. However, I did get the chance to play in town, and he was there. With no rehearsal, the group played the song with me. I told how the song was written, and we played it. He actually applauded when we were finished, though he left shortly thereafter. It is my belief that music can cure what ails you. I have played music for Boxers to rap to in Tunica Mississippi. Played in places as a 16, 17 year old I should not have even been, with people of all races, colors, and creeds. And loved every minute of it.
Influences: Jimmy Hendricks, Chet Atkins, Jerry Reed, Pete Townsend, Cleophus Lenberg Anderson (my father), Banner Anderson (my uncle).
THANKS: to my parents for not aborting me and being the best parents I have ever had or could want.
To my wife for not divorcing me, which I will never understand.
To my friends. Too many to name, thanks for being there when I needed you.
And to God and Jesus Christ, to whom I have turned over all my problems and my life to. I know they are real. I have seen their works in my life, and in countless other people’s lives. Some of you know what I am going through, and I want to tell you all, THERE IS NO GREATER PEACE THAN KNOWING THAT GOD’S GOT THIS, no matter the outcome, no matter the future, no matter what. To him, ALL the glory, to my parents all my thanks, to my wife Donna, all my love and respect, to all my friends, old and new, may God bless you all.