My father is an amazing man. He gave me the gift of music. He put a guitar in my hands when I was five years old. I was too small to stand with his gigantic guitar, so I would sit on the amplifier and play. I would cry and beg him not to practice, and I'm sure that broke his heart, but thankfully, he had a dream and I was a big part of that dream. With his firstborn daughter, he was determined to start a family band. He did in fact live that dream through his children. We played many gigs and services together. The Bible Singing Bibb Family was a pivot for the generations of music that have followed. His grandchildren and great grandchildren now love and perform music. Thank you, Daddy, for passing along your passion for music....it is etched into our souls!
