I bet you are wondering what the deal is with the picture of this Epiphone acoustics guitar. It was my one of my dad’s guitars, and it rarely got used. He bought it several years ago because my playing music inspired him to want to play guitar again. He wanted to be a singer-songwriter years ago, but he came across some people who wanted him to send money to get his music published or recorded. Thank God he did not fall for that because real music executives do not ask for money upfront, and as I learned at GTCC more than a decade ago, there is no “standard” contract.
Anyway, the point that I am trying to make with this picture is that my love of singing came from my father, who always sang either around our house or in our garage when I was little, and I loved hearing his beautiful Jerry Butler-like baritone voice. He even love R&B music so much that he passed that down to my sister and myself by playing records by the likes of Smokey Robinson, Aretha Franklin, Michael Jackson, and Whitney Houston to name a few artists.
Dad, I thought that I have thanked you for everything, but I forgot to thank you for sharing your love for singing and soul music with me and also for supporting my musical ambitions since the beginning of my open mic nights in 2003. Keep singing along with the angels, and I will see you on the other side. You were and still are the real talent in our family.
In loving memory of my father, Benjamin Johnny “B.J.” Pressley (5th November 1948 – 7th April 2018)
Today, Thursday, is the day I wake up with a big grin on my face, for I know in a matter of hours (I’m retired, so I get up late) I’ll be headed down to Bethania to make music the way it was meant to be made with a dozen or so of my closest friends.
Most of these friends were folks I didn’t know until June 6, 2014, the fateful day we launched Open Mic at Muddy Creek. And now, going on four years later, I count many among my closest friends in the world.
Shared experiences draw people closer, and we’ve had our share – and then some – of wonderful experiences since Bill Heath, the music mogul of Muddy Creek Cafe, agreed that we should give an Open Mic a go down in the historical Moravian settlement some dozen or so miles northwest of Winston.
Good afternoon. I hope that you are doing well. My father has just passed away this past weekend, and I have been helping to plan his funeral. I ask for your prayers as my family and I go through this difficult time. Also, I intend to return to the open mic stage in either May or June, so keep checking back here for details. Thank you very much.
Hello, everyone! How are you doing? I have not posted anything here or on any of my other social media in a while due to my being under the weather a couple of times in recent weeks as well as having to help my dad out due to foot surgery that he has had a couple of months ago, but hopefully, I will be back on the open mic stage in the Piedmont Triad area of North Carolina again within the next week or two. So keep checking back here for the latest info. Thank you very much for your support.
Hello, #Martinisers! How are you doing? I apologise for not posting much lately. I was offstage these past few weeks because I was a bit under the weather a couple of weeks ago, and if the Lord is willing, I will be back at the local open mic nights in the Piedmont Triad within the next week or so. I will keep you updated, and if you are anywhere in the Greensboro/High Point/Winston-Salem area, come on out and enjoy some great music.
Also, due to continuing issues with two websites/apps whose names start with an F and an I not allowing this website’s URL or contents to be shared, I am in the process of starting a new website, and I will have more details about it soon. Meanwhile, keep watching, liking, and sharing my videos at YouTube.com/BenjiMartinMusic.
Apparently, sexual harassment affects more than just women. It affects men, too, and not just as secondary victims but also as primary victims. The problem is that very few men speak up for fear of shame or not being believed.
I, too, was sexually harassed when I was about 18 years old. This happened in the early 90s when I was working at McDonald’s on Randolph Street in Thomasville, and it was before I was still unaware of my sexuality. I do not remember all of the details of what happened, but a male manager and a fellow cook, both of whose names will not be mentioned, said that they would do sexual things to me, dry-hump me, and use a broomstick as an erect penis to try to give me anal sex. These events would happen mostly after closing. My regret now is not reporting these individuals because I thought they were just playing, but looking back at those times, it WAS sexual harassment. I tried talking about it with other people, including therapists, but they they brushed it off thinking it was no big deal nor important. Wrong! It IS a big deal no matter what your gender is.
Men, if you have been sexually harassed at any time, speak out about it. There is no need to be or feel ashamed of doing so. Also, report it to your manager, teacher, or supervisor. Also, be very mindful of what you say to women (ie: comments, compliments, physical contact) because they may take it the wrong way. Sexual harassment is not only unethical — it is ILLEGAL, and you can be sued, prosecuted, or both.
If you live here in the Piedmont Triad, I am terribly sorry that I could not come out to any open mic nights to play my #music for you this week, but if the weather cooperates (and I am sure it will), I will resume my performances next week. I hope that all of you are staying in and staying warm if you do not have to go out. If you do have to go out, be careful.