Kevin Fischer Born in 1972 in Lloydminster, Saskatchewan in Canada. “There was always what is classic country now, playing in the house. Which instilled my deep love for country music. Especially artists like George Jones, Merle Haggard and Johnny Cash.” says Kevin
Even though music was always around and a big part of his life, “it was not until my early 20’s; in the mid 1990’s, when I found my voice, a bit of a late bloomer, I guess.” says Kevin. At this point he was now living in Calgary, Alberta and started hosting karaoke shows to start honing his singing voice and getting comfortable in front of audiences.
“During a chance meeting one night at one of the shows I met a guy that worked for WSM radio that happened to be in Calgary that would set the course of my life for the next few years. Long story short, within a few weeks I was in a studio recording my first single that I had wrote, Put The Word Out, and was on my way to Nashville.” says Kevin
Like so many before and so many after Kevin and some bad luck and bad advice along the way, he ended up going home. Just thankful for the shot and the experience.
“The dream and the music, the fire now burned hotter than ever and through the early 2000’s to end of the decade I spent a lot of time on the road as one half of the duet Silhouette touring Western Canada.” says Kevin
More recent years have been spent on writing because of a diagnosis of chronic migraines and cluster headaches. The chronic migraines are the toughest to get through because the doctors have not been able to break his current cycle that he is in. “I have had my current migraine for over 3 1/2 years with no break. 24 hours a day in constant pain.” says Kevin
“So just getting through each day some days is a victory for me. But I will not let this beat me and I will not give up because the music still lives in me.” says Kevin
Kevin says “as any artist can attest to, once you have sang one song that has moved someone, you want to sing another.
Once you have wrote one song, that has touched someone’s heart, you want to write another one. Well my song has not been sung and my pen still has ink.”