Stay Strong (and believe)

Stay Strong (and believe)

Keep your resolve (and faith) Peter Gallinari is my full name. I’m a recording craftsman (Keyboardist, Vocalist, Musician) initially from NY and presently lives in Nashville. Additionally, I have a government job. True, two distinct lives. I have been asked ordinarily the way that I engaged in the music business and how could it start. It was a journey, and it still is. Always learning from others who know more than I do and taking the time to listen to them. As you come this twisting street of life, make sure to constantly remain humble. You need to maintain your strength and have faith in where you want to go and who you are, but you should never forget where you came from. To make it happen, you need to be the magician. It doesn’t simply come to you. My Story: grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Italian boy who lived in the Bensonhurst and Bayridge areas. From the time I entered school until I graduated from high school, this boy was the target of bullying. At the point when I was conceived mother was informed that there might have been some kind of problem with me in feeling of appropriate coordinated abilities. Well, I fooled them; I was 8 months old when I started walking. However, over time, they realized that I was unable to run like the other kids. I was likewise exceptionally thin with a restricted face and consistently had my mouth open. You were still able to fit your hand between the spaces even when I closed my mouth. Therefore, I suppose I was a target for children’s ridicule. This was so difficult, and I struggled every day as a child. Finally, at the age of 21, a free jaw correction surgery was carried out on me by a doctor in New York. (This surgery was performed for the first time in the United States) Although the surgery was amazing and something I will never forget, I was so damaged by my lack of confidence and self-esteem that it became a daily struggle. To go back in time, I realized I had talent when I was a teenager. I could sing and play the keyboard. I was saved by this. (Never had any proper guidelines) My senior year in secondary school the drapes opened, and I was the lead performer and keyboardist in one of the most mind-blowing musical crews in Brooklyn. You suddenly have friends, and now girls want to at least say hello and talk to you. Pushing ahead now to my grown-up years I was fostering a feeling of certainty that I could follow through with something, and something not every other person can do. I still required more. I would hit up shows and get back home and cry in my studio room since I was unable to comprehend the reason why I wasn’t that individual in front of an audience performing. I stayed in my small studio room to play and write songs because I never went to parties or smoked, drank, or used drugs. I met Angel Wallenda, one of the flying Wallendas—she walked on wires with a prosthetic leg—in 1994. She was an amazing woman. I ended up writing a song for her, which she used as the theme song for her shows, without going into much detail about how we met. She likewise let me know that I would make something out of myself with my music. I was already in my mid-40s at this point, so I basically said “thank you,” even though I knew this would never happen.