PLAY FROM THE HEART WITH REGS MCVEIGH
A Musician's Journey
They say art imitates life, well life doesn't always get it right. Imperfections are a thing of beauty and I'm no stranger to those. It's no cop out, there is always room for the perfectionist, but to me in art, the beauty lies in that sweet spot that balances between order and chaos. On the edge, not knowing whether you will fall or ascend, you will find me, dancing, you know it, baby. I, a man who has reached the winter of their high-school dreams. Brazenly marching onward through the blizzard to build a nest for my wife and children. With music the elixir, passion the sword, and a full-time job to cover the bills, I share this magic with you.
Image from Rosemount Hotel
BEHIND THE SCENES WITH REGS MCVEIGH
Personal Profile
I have a fond memory from my childhood of my brother jumping off the couch with a tennis racket pretending to a guitar player for Bon Jovi. I asked my mum for a tennis racket, so I could play guitar like my brother and she told my brother off for using her tennis racket like that. A few years later my dad brought home a Jimi Hendrix CD and said, “Stop listening to that rubbish and listen to this real music.”
It blew my mind. I had never heard anyone do that with a guitar before and never dreamed it was possible. It made me feel so good and every day after school that year I would put that album on. My parents asked me what I wanted for my birthday that year and before they had even finished the question I had told them an electric guitar. At first, they were reluctant, as I had given up the violin after completing the first book in year 3. In my mind they were completely different. The violin felt like school work, the guitar seemed like an amusement park.
After agreeing to getting lessons and promising I would practice every day I had my first brand new guitar. They soon came to regret that promise as it interfered drastically with my homework. I practiced every day, I found friends at school who played, and I jammed. I learned whatever I could from whomever I could. Sometimes it was what not to do.
Since then I have endeavoured to protect that youthful dream, the desire to play and create the magic that I experienced when I was a kid. That stairway to heaven. Enduring the scrutiny, the suggestions to grow up, being broke, working day jobs to pay the bills, and the never ceasing pressure to end the dream gives me the motivation to rock them all and write about it.
Image from Rosemount Hotel
CONTACT
