So I rode my motorcycle in this morning after a short trip around the outskirts of town to the music store I had always dreamt of owning. I married the woman that stood by me even when she probably shouldn’t have. We have a one year old little boy that I hope one day thinks Dad is as cool as I try to be. We live in a neighborhood we drove through for years hoping to one day call home. I sit back and feel like I am very fortunate to be living this life.
I’m Matt, I grew up with two brothers in a small Alabama town with not a whole lot of money. I guess we were probably lower middle class. I believed then and still do now that my Dad can do anything. We were brought up using our hands. Calling the repairman was a foreign thing to me. In my household we value hard work and sweat. My Mom was my connection to music. She still has the same piano that my brothers and I beat on as kids. Daniel and I played Heart and Soul pretty regular. I think that was probably the first “band” I was in and the first time I felt the way music consumes me.
Guitar is how I found out who I wanted to be. I found that music was the one thing I could truly feel. It was a lot more to me than notes and chords. Guitar got me through puberty with all of its craziness. Guitar gave me a style, it was my new identity. This was my release, a way to get the inside out. It was, and still is, the way a guy that can hardly muster a sentence to a stranger made friends.
So I never made it as a rockstar. I figure at this point I will just call myself an artist. You don’t have to be famous to be an artist right? Anyway, I did the college thing, got a job, and made money, but punching a clock just wasn’t me. I was driving down AL Hwy 31 and Scott Avett sang “one foot in and one foot back, but it don’t pay to live like that.” I had heard the song a thousand times before but this time it made sense. I had already opened the store but wasn’t sure if I was ready to dive in just yet. At that moment I made a decision to go put both feet in. Being a business major I was very aware of the probability of failure, I just never considered myself a statistic.
I have now been doing this full time going on five years. I have met and made so many friends since starting up. I am a part of a community of people that love music, art, and can value thoughts and ideas of others. The shop is so much more than just a retail location. This thing has become a place where we hang out and talk about random happenings going on in our lives. Sometimes conversations get heavy and sometimes we speak total non-sense. I sell guitars, fix guitars, teach guitar, and play guitar. I go home completely exhausted more times than not. What seemed like such a distant circumstance is now my life. I hope this ride lasts forever.