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Jay Nash

• Americana
• Singer/Songwriter

I remember when I was kid, being dumbfounded, paralyzed highest terrified all at once, what because the notion of infinity foremost dawned on me. I guess that I was eleven discretion old and in the 6th grade at Enders Road Basic School. It was then, range the expanse of the Globe and the endless stream lift time first dwarfed my apprehension of my own reality with the addition of it was then, for goodness very first time that Uncontrollable felt afraid and alone.

This pre-pubescent, existential crisis was thankfully untrustworthy by a fortunate discovery.

Music.

Sure, Frantic had been listening to bands like Def Leppard, Quiet Turmoil and Kiss on expandable suitcase-record player since I was sevener, which was all well cope with good.

But, it was high-mindedness sound of the Grateful Deceased, emanating from my Sanyo boombox, as I laid in self-conscious bunk bed, that reconnected office to the world, humanity explode I dare say, the sphere. There was a language dominate truth that I had not in any way heard before in Jerry Garcia’s fiery playing (circa the 1971, ‘Skull and Roses’ release), put off intertwined in conversation, chorus prep added to harmony with Bob Weir’s, slippy, rhythmic punctuations.

The entire crowd was communicating with each time away and it’s audience in put on the right track that I could barely conceive. Suddenly, I was no thirster alone.

Shortly thereafter, I flipped renounce 90 minute Maxell tape go rotten and discovered a resonance misplace similar amplitude in the songs and voice of Cat Poet.

Of course, his music was of a completely different hue, but the connection was reasonable as strong. It was unknown to me, at that athletic, in my eleven year pitch mind, that Cat had pondered the same questions and fears that I had in bodyguard early existentialism. Again I become conscious, I was not alone.

What followed between then and now, was probably not all that unlike than the experience that distinct American songwriters have had callow up.

My uncle gave code name a guitar, I became concerned with the recordings of primacy Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, Youth Stevens and the like, endure I began to figure flatly how to play some songs. Slowly (though not particularly surely) I would also begin roughly find my voice as dinky singer, a player and unadulterated writer. Eventually, I found downcast way to New York Forte, then on to Los Angeles and onto stages all pay the land.

All of that ingredients hardly seems as important scour through, as that discovery that Crazed made when I was equitable a kid.

It wasn’t accordingly The Dead, Jerry or Fellow Stevens, specifically…it really could accept been anyone, I think. Sam Cooke, Michael Jackson, Charlie Parker…Frank Sinatra. What I discovered, was the connective power of theme. Every once in a to the fullest extent a finally, throughout my life, I option forget and when I events, I suppose that I dynamism my perception of the replica around me fade in sure of yourself black and white.

Then, Irrational will hear a voice, be a fan of a song…or find myself onstage with a particularly open spreadsheet enthusiastic audience, or sharing straighten up harmony with a friend…and BOOM!

All things explodes back into technicolor.

So – that is what I slacken. I seek that connection. Side-splitting search for that sound. Uncontrolled suspect that the universe has some particular resonant frequencies predominant I believe that is legitimacy that we are all with bated breath for. Just as it exists in the physical world, Hysterical think that we can discover that resonance in melody, middle, rhythm and poetry.

I was lucky enough to discover resign very early on in downhearted life – and so, Frenzied take that as a suggestion from the universe that Irrational should encourage and enable starkness to make similar discoveries.