My grandpa passed away.. 🕊️
When I was younger my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer. We share a name.. Katsumasa. My middle, his first. It means ‘victorious one’ — when he was earthside, he was a strong man. A man of virtue. He was nearly recruited by a yakuza boss for being a tough fighter. He turned it down to take care of his budding family and to pursue his real passion: singing opera. My grandma supported him to learn in Italy. He came back to Japan and taught students in Tokyo. He had many recitals and even released an album. Fast-forward to 2025.. he’s no longer here.. but his grandson (me) would also follow his dreams for a career in music. It’s been 16 years since I’ve started.. and I feel like a massive shift is about to take place. My name is Jayme Katsumasa Carroll a.k.a. @Jayme Fortune and one day the world will sing these songs with me. #musiciansoflemon8 🎶
It's truly incredible to think about my Japanese grandpa, Katsumasa, and the life he lived, especially his passion for opera. Many people are surprised when I tell them, 'Yes, my Japanese grandpa sang Opera!' It wasn't just a hobby; it was his calling. He travelled all the way to Italy, the heartland of opera, to hone his craft. Imagine the courage it took for a young man from Japan to pursue such an art form in a foreign land! He didn't just learn; he mastered it, returning to Tokyo to teach and perform. I often reflect on what it must have been like to hear him sing. While I was too young to fully appreciate his recitals, the stories passed down through our family paint a vivid picture of a powerful, resonant voice that could fill any hall. Even now, when I hear classic opera, I try to imagine him on stage, commanding the audience with his presence and vocal strength. That dedication, that pursuit of excellence, has always been a quiet force guiding my own musical path. It wasn't just about the notes; it was about the spirit he poured into every performance. Growing up with a grandpa who championed his artistic dreams instilled a deep belief in me: that pursuing music isn't just a whimsical idea, but a legitimate, profound journey. His decision to choose art over a life of conflict, as thrilling as the yakuza story sounds, truly underscores the depth of his character and his commitment to beauty and creativity. It's a powerful lesson in following your true calling, no matter the obstacles. Now, as I build my own career in music, I find myself often drawing parallels to his life. I've been fortunate enough to have 'musical collaborations with Japanese artists,' which has been a profound experience, truly 'making me feel closer to my grandpa.' There's a unique connection in sharing music, especially when it bridges cultures and generations. It feels like a continuation of his legacy, a way to keep his spirit alive through new melodies and harmonies. For anyone lucky enough to have a 'grandpa singing' in their life, whether it's opera, folk songs, or just humming around the house, cherish those moments. They become the melodies of your own life story. It's not just about the singing itself, but the joy, the passion, and the love that voice carries. My grandpa’s story reminds me that sometimes, the greatest inheritance isn't material wealth, but the inspiration to live a life full of passion and purpose, just as he did with his beautiful opera.