In the spring of 1993 I was near the end of my junior year in college. I was living at home and working evenings at a music store called Tape World. The forward-thinking creators of this chain of stores knew that the compact disc was going to be a short-lived success and they were going to capitalize on its imminent doom by selling only cassette tapes in their store. Brilliant!

Upon arriving home from work one night my mom said there was a message on the answering machine from Sam Tucker. He wanted me to give him a call.

At that time in my life Sam Tucker was more of an enigmatic folk hero than just a guy who leaves a message on your machine. It freaked me out.

A few weeks prior to this fateful phone call I had quit the first band I’d ever played in: The Influence. It was a Christian band I had been in for four years. Sam Tucker was a friend of the guitar player in that band. In fact, Sam used to play in a band with that guitar player until Sam moved to Nashville TN to become a full-time touring musician, thus his status as a hero.

It turns out that Sam had been in town recently and was hanging out with said guitar player and they watched a video of my last show with that band. Sam learned that I had quit the band, which lead to the message on my machine.

Sam’s band The Fugitive Popes was auditioning lead singers and he wanted to know if I’d be interested in driving down to Music City to try out. You betcha!

So this was my big break. This was the phone call that would make me a rock star. This was too easy. Too perfect. I owe all of my fame and fortune to that call.

I look back at 1993 and see it as the pivotal year of my life. I lost my faith in Nashville.

Stay tuned. I’m way to sleepy to get into this right now.

Pic of the day.

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