I have a family history of musicality from my fathers side of the family and passion from both sides. My personal history includes piano lessons that my dad traded landscaping with the local piano teacher for, first chair french horn in middle school, singing throughout highschool (which I didn't get over my stage fright fear until college) at many wonderful weddings and I took a beginning guitar class in college (with a very cheap guitar that couldn't hold its tune. My teacher said it belong in a fire. LOL)
I miss singing. Its a part of me that needs nourishing. Those of you who have experienced this outlet of creativity can attest that you know when its lacking. You know when its time to fuel that part of your soul. However, my rock and roll band days are done. I don't want to devote the time to commit to meeting with other musicians. I don't want to subject my body to smoky bars. I find myself longing to sing :-) childrens songs. What I want... I want to play the guitar and sing to my little girl. I want to see her twirl and dance and jump and sing with me. I want to write her a song to tell her about the world and the joy she brings to it for me. I want her to hear and feel my love surrounding her through music.
Next order of business.
1. Get a guitar. (affordable :-))
2. Learn to play said guitar.
3. Continue step 2... forever. LOL.
Photos are of a couple bands I was in from college. Ahhh memories. Good times (except for the playing til 4 am (waiting to get paid til 5am... class or work the next day and ears hurting from speakers being so loud.)
Have a wonderful Saturday!
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