Marcus A.

From the time I was a child, music has always been more than just sound to me — it has been a lifeline, a language, and a constant companion. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t connected to music in some way. Even before I understood rhythm or melody on a technical level, I felt the power of music to heal, to uplift, and to carry me through whatever life placed in front of me. In my toughest times, when words weren’t enough, music gave me comfort and strength. My journey with music took shape early. At just five years old, I began playing drums for my church. That first moment behind the kit changed everything for me — it was as though I had stepped into my calling. From there, doors opened. I went from playing in front of my church family to performing for large crowds, and the joy, excitement, and love I felt for music never faded. Over the years, I immersed myself in many different styles and spaces. I played in jazz bands, where I learned the beauty of improvisation and expression. I played in Christian bands, where worship and rhythm became one. I explored contemporary and R&B music, where groove and soul allowed me to connect with audiences in a completely different way. Each genre shaped me, each performance pushed me, and each stage reminded me that music wasn’t just something I did — it was who I am. Looking back, music has been the thread weaving my life together. It’s carried me through hardship, lifted me up in joy, and connected me with people from all walks of life. No matter where I’ve played or what style I’ve explored, the love I found as a child has never left me. Music isn’t just part of my story — it is my story.