Brent McCollough Music


I have always had a love for music. Ever since I was a kid, with one of those red, rounded top tape recorders that you pushed one of six small buttons to record from.

I drag along a notebook of “prose” I want one day to turn into song.

So I can’t play an instrument. I took piano. Mrs. Frances Mellon taught me each week at Livingston University. I was ten. I was bored. I PROMISED if my mother let me quit, I would never regret it. I was standing in the front yard, in cleats, wanting to go play flag football with the boys on the street.

She let me, I do.

I have taken guitar…left and right handed to no avail!

So my children, I have nurtured their love of music. All of them play by ear. It is a TRUE gift.

Last night I had the pleasure of having my two teens drop in for spagetti dinner at the big table, like we did before they were 21 and 19. After dinner they went up to our nine year old daughter’s room where they “taught her a few chords” on her guitar.

I watched them, my daughter singing, my son showing her where to put her tiny fingers on frets.

I cried watching this beautiful display, this common thread of a love for music that began with my own dad showing me how to wire the stereo amp to speakers and external turntable (before any of that was the norm).

All of the memories of years of Olivia Newton John through headphones melted my heart as I watched them collaborate.

Music, as my son wrote for his first paper at The University of Alabama, is the common thread that holds the world together. He wrote it after bonding with his Chinese ONLY speaking roommate AFTER realizing he played a mean guitar.

Together, for three years they have savored this friendship that began with a guitar and keyboard when no other words could be understood. (He now speaks fluent English, and came to Alabama ONLY because he wanted to go where Forest Gump lived, yes REALLY. Winston Groom, you MUST meet this boy, who went against all Chinese culture to the dismay of his parents to come here).

I am blessed to witness my children’s love for music, to be able to hear it, see it, feel the bond between my babies as they develop their own talents.

You can visit my son, Brent’s Site HERE:

brent music

And listen to Brent and Shelton singing together on this song he wrote.

https://soundcloud.com/brentmccollough/forever-mastered-mp3

Yes, today, I am blessed beyond words.

Forever doesn’t last too long…will be something they created that will last…..well…..forever.

Allison