I
learned my first lesson about the power of music as a young child. My
Texan grandmother was a church organist with a home-grown, booming mezzo-soprano
fit for a Wagnerian opera. She would have me play flute for special
services, or loan me out for events at her friends' churches. I'd play
the only Gospel song I knew, "Amazing Grace" usually unaccompanied,
because those weathered pianos were often missing teeth or were painfully
out of tune. When I'd finish, I'd notice tears in the eyes of the old
church matrons. At first, I was dismayed, but the women assured me that
the tears were happy ones, touched by the simple soulfulness of my youthful
expression. Years later, after all of the music training and theories,
there were times I felt I'd all but forgotten about the ability to move
souls through that mysterious highway of the Spirit. I hoped I still
had this ability somewhere! Since returning home to Los Angeles from
New York City in 2001, I've been seeking to regain that connection.
I
believe that I have been given a unique gift from God not only to create
music, but also to create different kinds of music that can touch people
in unique ways. Many times, I've been asked if I consider myself to
be a flutist first "OR" a vocalist. But just as one can still
breath while dreaming, and walk while listening, music is also multidimensional.
Creative expression is not limited to one outlet, nor should it be.
My music -- whether jazz, classical, or "other" -- is the
result of being open to the various traditions that speak through me.
True creativity is without boundaries.

