That little speck of pixels, holding the guitar, on that small stage, surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of people at The Great Salt Air…I use to be friends with him. His name is John Allred, you might know him as a musician, as just Allred. If not, why the hell are you reading this, right now? Go download something and listen to him. He was one of those people who wanted to play music his entire life. He was going to make it, whether it killed him, or not. Most people call it quits when they discover they can’t get signed within the first try. Johnny didn’t quit. He started off with an amazing first album called Some Place New, which I have one of the few original copies of. He’s up to six incredible albums and the seventh comes out May 9th. That little speck of pixels up there, he use to be bigger than that, playing for as much people as that front row of hundreds. He made it and I could not be more proud of anyone I’ve ever known.

It just goes to show that dreams, goals, plans - they can come true. You just have to put in a little more than some elbow grease to get there. Some commitment, some passion, some work harder than you’ve ever worked. You can’t get there in a week, you have to be passion enough to devote your life to it. I look up to anyone and everyone whose ever done something like this. Those people are the real heroes.