Marlow Rosado
Our Story
I met Marlow one night in Indialantic. I had stepped behind A piano to play “Better Know Where You’re Goin’ to a gentleman who had just sat down next to me, away from his own wedding party and who proceeded to tell me the tragic story of his recent cancer diagnosis. Marlow was heading back to Orlando and stopped in to the same spot. He
I met Marlow one night in Indialantic. I had stepped behind A piano to play “Better Know Where You’re Goin’ to a gentleman who had just sat down next to me, away from his own wedding party and who proceeded to tell me the tragic story of his recent cancer diagnosis. Marlow was heading back to Orlando and stopped in to the same spot. He walked in the front door as I began to play, and that's that. Not only was I blessed to sing my little song into the heart of a fellow who cried together with me, my wife and my good friend Kegger, but now I get to work with a genius in the music industry who’s earned two Grammys and 16 nominations, and various other awards and recognitions. Amen to that.