Growing up in a tough part of town in Houston Texas most kids like myself had only a few options. The streets, sports or MUSIC. I choose music!!!! At the age of 2 years old, I began to show a gift that everyone noticed. I would use my fist as drumsticks to beat on the coffee table and pat my feet to the beat of any song that was played on the radio at home. I would even take all of the pots and pans out place them on the kitchen floor, get spoons and use them as drumsticks. The pots and pans were my first Drum Kit lol!!!
I love to play soo much that I would play in the car and one day I accidentally punched a hole in my mother car dashboard from beating on it. As the years went by I started to play for different churches, groups and concerts around the city. When I was not playing drums I would spend all my days and evenings at the neighborhood park playing basketball. I was pretty good so everyone called me Grant Hill because I had a nice 3 point shot and I would always wear Grant Hill Fila tennis shoes when I played. I was good but basketball didn’t last long because that burning passion for music would always take me away.
While growing up it was not easy. I would always get into trouble in school, from grades being low in Kindergarten to Fourth grade. I would do things from running out of class, writing graffiti on the boys restroom, to fighting and disrespecting my teachers. My mother prayed and disciplined me, but she made sure I went to every music rehearsal and performance I had. This was her way of getting me back on track because she knew I loved music. After that my grades and conduct improved drastically and I was no longer a trouble maker.
Fast forward a few years and I am doing well. I have had some musical success and Music has continued to keep me focus and grounded.