Glenn Crain (aka me) was born and “reared” in the Deep South. I say reared because of the dressing down I once received from the 80-year-old owner of a local funeral home. “Flowers are raised, children are reared,” he lectured.
Regardless of the term, my formative years were spent relishing the beauty, tranquility and sweltering heat that are in abundance throughout the South. Living far from the nearest town, my days often included blazing trails through the woods, playing my piano until my fingers bled and swinging on a tire swing near Bayou Bartholomew. It was a healthy way to grow. I had everything I needed, and just about everything I wanted.
Today, I fill my life with creativity of every variety. I consume them all: music, art, literature … until I fall exhausted into bed each night. And as the days have swarmed around and through my mind, I find I’m more inspired that ever before to explore ways to share the stories and songs I’ve lived.
This site is one more attempt at doing so.
Email Glenn at: byronglenncrain@gmail.com
The Struggle to Be Known 