“I am the most blessed man I know.”

For 46 years I have been privileged to be a songwriter. It started out very simply and innocently writing a song about my one-year-old baby girl, Christy in the back of a bus on the way home from failing to get into the army.  The previous year, I had attended a life-changing Catholic Retreat called Cursillo and, with no training in music or guitar, I began writing songs of faith, family, and relationships literally without trying.  They just came to me, words & melody at the same time just like they did on the bus writing Christy’s song.

That was an extraordinary experience that led me first to learn to play the guitar and then, over the next several years, when asked, I performed my songs for parish groups, retreats, and conventions all over the nation.  I recorded two albums, Please Be You and Yea God! and the invitations increased creating a frantic, unimaginable life of music ministry, recognition, adulation, and, well…fame.  While all this was happening, my wife, Marci, and I had five children, working for a large Catholic Parish.  As the concerts increased, my personal life was suffering.  I became unbalanced, made some life-altering decisions, and left my family. 

I didn’t know I was living with Bipolar disorder for another 15 years, and once I was diagnosed it was still another 10 years before I was balanced and stable again. 

I still kept writing songs but they were different in theme. My family, all of my family including my former wife and my children who were most disrupted, continued to love me.  I remarried and raised her two daughters who loved me.  Everyone from both families are one family in many ways and that is what I began to write about more and more.

Every song has a story.  Every story needs to be shared.  I hope you can hear the love, the emotion, the blessing, the family in each and every one.

Blessings,  David