About Melody Randall

The first time I recall being interested in music was when I was about 8 years old.  I asked my dad if he would buy me a guitar so I could learn how to play some of the songs on the radio.  

He took me to this department store that had all kinds of merchandise.  Things like tools, jewelry, appliances and bicycles.  There was a small guitar behind a glass case that hung on a set of pegs.  My father pointed to it and said, "How about that one?"    I didn't know anything about guitars, and neither did he.  But it had the right number of strings and was small enough for me to get my little hand around the neck.  So we decided that was the one.  It cost $25, which doesn't seem like a lot of money now, but back then, it was a lot of money for my father to pay for something as frivolous as a musical instrument. $25 was probably more than my mother's entire week of grocery money for our family of five.

Since then, I've owned a few more guitars, and learned how to play a lot of songs, but I'll always think of that little guitar as the key to a door into my soul.  Something that helps me to understand the way I think and feel and my place in this world.  I think everyone needs a way to express themselves like that.

Shortly before I started college, my mother passed away and I found music was a great comfort in dealing with my grief.  But it wasn't until I realized that I could write songs myself that music took on a new meaning.  It was like discovering I could speak a new language and that language was far better than the one I used in everyday life.

I'm not a professional by any means, just an average person, so you won't find anything here that's going to compete with stuff that's on the radio.  What I hope you'll find is a heart searching for the truth and filled with faith, hope and love for our imperfect world.  I just want to share these songs with you as a friend.

Thanks for stopping by and leave me a comment if you'd like.

- Melody