Blog - posted on June 30, 2015 by

Farewell to Tyler!!!

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They say the only constant thing in life is change, and I’ve come to embrace that saying with my music. Over the many years of Nelly’s Echo’s existence, I’ve had a plethora of musicians come in and leave my band. Some for rational personal reasons, and some for reasons best known only to them. The latest to leave the band is one in whom I’m very proud of, and can honestly say I’m honored to have shared the stage with.

Tyler Sherard, Nelly’s Echo’s bass player (now former bass player) will be moving to Georgia to begin a new of chapter in his life. He also just got engaged, so that makes it 2 big decisions in the life of this young man in a short period. I couldn’t be more proud of the man he has become over the years, and I’m humbled and honored to have shared the stage with the most talented musician I know. He can play every instrument in the band excellently, but I at least am a better dancer and basketball player than him…for now 🙂

I would like to take this public forum to wish the tallest knucklehead all the best in this phase of his life journey. He will forever be a part of the Nelly’s Echo family.

Nelson aka “the man who forgot to bring sexy back.”

 

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Blog - posted on April 21, 2015 by

The JOY of not knowing

The happiest days of my life was when I was a little boy in Nigeria, sneaking out of the house to find a good soccer game in the slums closest to the secure and gated community I resided in. Completely oblivious to the dangers that loomed all around me, I sometimes skipped clumsily and dangerously close to busy streets blessed with temperamental drivers. I was a forward thinker those days, as my whole being ached forward for nothing more than the thrill of a good soccer game with the slum kids. Oh what pure ecstasy I felt, when I succeeded in cursing, kicking, begging or conniving my way into a pick up game.

On the way back home, I was tired, hungry, thirsty, bloodied, dirty, (insert unpleasant adjective here), but HAPPY. You couldn’t pay me enough money to wipe the smile off my face or heart. The feeling was well worth the impending spanking to be delivered at home by the greatest spank team of all time…my parents.

I miss those days of carefreeness and blissful ignorance! I’ve seen and experienced too much in life to come close to that state of childlike being anymore. The irony of it all is that then, I couldn’t wait to grow up. Maybe that’s why unless we are like children, we cannot see the kingdom of God.

Just random thoughts on my flight to Madison WI.

Stay funkyfresh

Nelson

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