It feels like my life has never been without music.  Of course, music has been in existence long before any of us.  But what I mean is I grew up, I went to school, I chose to go in the Army.  I was a medic, planning on staying in the medical field, and somehow that didn’t happen.   

So more than 25 years later...   Here I am, un-employed, going to school, and organizing and hosting multi-artists events.  How did we even get here and what is this blog even about? 

My Toughest Lesson in Progress.  Accepting Kind Words. 

I have an internal conflict with kind words. They are beyond appreciated. A compliment or some encouraging sentiments can strike up a case of the warm and fuzzies that rings a frequency in me for days. 

But it will also make me blush with embarrassment like I just woke up realizing there is a poop in my bed. Two very contrasting situations, but very similar senses of humiliation. 

Personally, I believe it has to do with my own inability to rationalize what is happening. 

"Now what?” Two words that really shouldn’t be scary, but they can be soul suckers if we don’t have an answer. Have you ever achieved a milestone and found yourself in a rut? Think about it. Have you ever put so much time and energy and committed so much of yourself to something that when it was done the anticipated relief was more of a void?

Well, here is something that I used to feel was isolated to musicians and artists, but come to find out, most of us suffer from imposter syndrome to some extent. A number of people don’t even know what imposter syndrome is or that they have it. So for those of you who don’t know…

Hey there, Best Friends, and welcome to SoundBitesEvents.com!

This has been a loooong time in the making. A lot of you have been here for part—if not most—of this journey, but for those of you that are new... my name is Franco! I grew up right here in North Central Massachusetts, and music has always been a focus in my life. My journey with it has been nothing short of incredible.

It all begins waaaay back in the 1900s, around the turn of the century. By coincidence, luck, or what I now realize had to be fate, I stumbled into a bar that just so happened to be holding an open mic. I didn’t even know open mics