Tim Tye – The Music Years

TimTye_Tennessean_jpeg. . Prelude . .

Music has always been a big part of my life. My goal as a 12 year old small town boy named “Tim Tye” was to hit the ‘big time’ in the music business. Be it New York, L.A., or Nashville, I was determined to be an accomplished, successful agent or manager (secretly hiding the passion for my being a musician/singer-songwriter in my own right) within the musical community. I accomplished that task.

During the years of 1985 through 2001 while living in Nashville (age 22-38), I was fortunate to have ‘climbed the ladder of success’ and exclusively represented many wonderful, spiritual and loving; peace bearing, good common folks who sang songs. Grammy Award nominees & winners, Entertainers of the Year, Male & Female Vocalists of the Year, Group of the Year winners and nominees, etc. (CMA, ACM, Billboard. American Music Awards, etc,) Award winning songwriters, MTV& VH-1 artists . . and on and on. Dove Award winners & nominees, Canadian Music Hall of Fame inductees, Juno Award winner, Country Music Hall of Fame & Musician Hall of Fame Inductees, Grand Ole Opry members and other popular people I saw on TV and heard on the radio. Years later, not a day goes by when I don’t listen to the radio, turn on the TV or computer, pick up a newspaper or magazine and not see someone whom I’ve met or hung out with during those Nashville years. What an extraordinary life I’ve been fortunate to live having started out life living in a trailer park as the son of a mill-worker and a stay-at-home mother. We were poor, but we were proud. Destined to rise above it and succeed.

Every day I live to inspire and to be inspired. We all have our crowning moments in life if we work hard enough with passion in our souls. I don’t live in the past, but some days it sure is fun to be in a self-congratulatory mood and look back at where I’ve been, what I’ve learned and the many lives I’ve changed through my work sharing my love of music helping feed our souls of the voids we desire. Music fills that empty space. We all have empty spaces weeping for attention.