Growing up, I found myself living under my brother’s shadow. Although I looked up to him, the time would come for me to blaze my own trail. Like my father, my brother became a pastor. My path would be different.
Music is a sharing experience. Our nation was conceived to the sound of fifes, and we have mourned the loss of our leaders to the sound of somber drum cadences.
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