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As I move through this life, I’m starting to see things more clearly. This strange, beautiful world keeps spinning, and if you’re paying attention, it will teach you something. And believe me, I’ve been paying attention. I turned 70 years old this October 25th. Seventy. And still blessed with the strength, the fire, and the soul to get on a stage and rock the house my way. Respectfully, Sometimes I wonder if maybe, just maybe,,,,,,,,,,, am I before my time? In 2025, that is impossible, right? But even with that question lingering, I’m still here. Thank the good Lord for waking me up every morning in praise Still dreaming. Still reaching for something greater. Let me be honest with you: I’m chasing the same dream I had when I was a young man, but now with the wisdom that only time can bring. I’m still pouring my heart into the music, the message, and the mission God placed inside me long time ago. And yes, sometimes the road gets silent. Sometimes I wonder if anyone’s listening. But the Lord’s timeline isn’t mine, and I’ve learned how to wait without quitting. Now let me ask you something real: Can you imagine me Morris Taylor, with a full band behind me?

A tribe. A team. A heartbeat moving in one direction. Blues, funk, soul, psychedelic rock, originals the whole mix. My music may not be for everyone, but it comes from everyone I’ve ever known and loved. It’s for everyone who’s ever needed a song to hold on to.

So again, I’ll ask the question out loud:

Who makes it at 70?

Well maybe I do. Maybe we do. For example, Willie Nelson didn’t hit his stride until his 50s while having a team behind him. Me? Not so much. Not yet. And that’s what brings me here today. Because I know what I’ve been blessed with to carry in my voice and spirit, but I can’t carry it alone anymore. It’s daunting, but I am not afraid. What I need is management. Real management. Respectfully, Chas Chandler management with the time I have left. Someone who sees the vision, the fire, the potential to shake things up in a way I have been blessed to be. Someone who can help me get to you all while I’m still here, still blessed, still able to take a stage and set it on fire. And to be clear I’m not too proud to ask for help. So here it is: I’m asking for your support. Your connections. Your prayers. Your shares. Your belief.

Let’s start with one year. Just one. Let’s take a stone or a brick, or a whole boulder, lol, throw it into deep water, and watch the ripples spread out in every direction. Broadcast. Expand. Multiply. Let the waves carry this music farther than I ever could alone. Because music moves like water. And when a dream lands just right the ripples reach hearts you’ll never even meet. Sometimes while listening to the songs I’ve been blessed to bring forward. Things just fall in place like, divine intervention.

I love being Morris Moon Taylor

And I love that you’re still listening. Stand by, I’m really enjoying my studio. Contributing to history.

Let’s see what we can build, together.

With respect, fire, and all my love, peace, and happiness,

Morris “Moon Taylor

(Son of Willie Mae, Son of Moon