A couple of days ago, as I talked with a dear friend, she noted that I sound so much like my mentor, and that I've learned so much in recent months.
Hearing her words, I couldn’t help remembering when I was 15, taking fiddle lessons from Jim Sharp. Although he didn’t teach me for an extended period, we immediately meshed and I learned my technique and style from him. Last year, while playing in Ogden, UT, a man stopped me and said, “You sound like Jimmy Sharp. Did you ever know him?”
“He taught me,” I said.
The man got a bit teary-eyed and whispered, “It’s amazing.”
“What is?” I asked.
“To hear his legacy live on through you. He passed away, but his music lives on.”
“He changed the way I play,” I said. “In a way, he changed my life.”
Looking back, many people have molded and bettered who I am. I'm grateful to embody their legacies--and hopeful that someday I'll do the same for someone else.
Life is an amazing journey; it should be practiced with arms wide open.