Let me tell you something…I LOVE music! I grew up in a musical house. While my parents were divorced I couldn’t escape either of their musical influences. My daddy used to put me to sleep on Earl Klugh and Grover Washington Jr and as a little tot I had an “air guitar” which daddy and I used to play together while listening to B.B. King! If it wasn’t the Elements (Earth, Wind, and Fire in case you grew up under a rock) playing, it was Stevie Wonder, Patti LaBelle, the Parliament Funkateers, Marvin Gaye, James Brown, or some other R&B, Jazz, Funk, Rock great playing in the background of my life. My daddy’s musical influence was so heavy I even did a college paper on The Last Poets influence on the civil rights movement (If you don’t know who they are google them). My mom exposed me to greats such as Al Jarreau, The Whispers, Aretha Franklin, Bobbi Humphry ( I ended up playing the flute because of this one!), Chaka Khan, and Stephanie Mills to name a few. See I’m a 70’s baby of young parents, so I was exposed to alot! My exposure to secular music came from both of my parents, but exposure to gospel music was all momma! In my house when we would get ready for church, clean the house, or whenever my mom would get up music was playing. I admit we were not regular church attendees, but that didn’t mean that momma didn’t teach me the power of God, the power of prayer, and “who and whose I am.” See, I also grew up in a single-parent home, so at times it was nothing but family and God who pulled us through.