Takeaway 2
I always struggled with being, apparently, one of the few black guys into rock music. Not struggle like I'm having trouble falling asleep at night, but struggle with whether or not it's accepted that I like it. Or even, that someone makes immediate judgement of me because of that alone. The first time I sang karaoke in front of friends was in Lompoc, CA. It was 1999 and I picked "My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit. The guy called me up and mentioned it was a good song. Then he looked at me and did a double take like, wait, YOU'RE singing this? I shrugged and went up there, drunk and nervous, but rocked my large behind off. If anything, the lesson here is whatever you are, if you're not hurting others, be that. If the people around you don't accept who you are, find new people. None of my buddies had an issue with me enjoying rock and that's fine by me. But that's not the takeaway. Years later after not being in front of the mic for years I started do