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I had to work hard to heal my musical wounds so that I could come back and do the thing that I really love. I am back now with a commitment to my own music. I might still play some songs of others but only if I love them and they make me feel good. I like to write songs that tell a story whether that story is about how someone feels or what’s happened or happening in their lives, my own definitely included. I don’t try to write in a particular genre and I let whatever the muse presents me with, flow from within.
I got dressed in the dark one morning, after all I do live in Seattle, and winter is always dark ;-). I got in my car and arrived at my destination, looked down at my feet and quickly saw that I had on different colors of socks. "OMG!" I thought. And immediately next thought was "OK that's cool. I kinda like being weird". Out of that experience I realized how many things that I do that aren't the norm and I wrote a song called, "I Like Being Weird". Some if not all of the things I talk about are true. I leave it to you to decide. :-D
The most embarrassing thing that's happened to me recently is forgetting the lyric to my song "Hawk and the Dove". I started it over three times and finally told the audience I'd come back to it later (Because they didn't want me to stop the song having gotten a little way into it). When I did get back to it in the set, I did it again. But I stood there, said give me a sec,while their friendly encouraging laughter rang in my ears, collected myself and started it again and finished it. It doesn't seem like a big deal telling it right now but in the moment it's definitely that deer in the headlight moment. Especially if it's a song you've written and played for a long time.
My first instrument was probably assigned to the junk pile a long time ago. My dad bought me a Harmony guitar, I think from a Sears catalog when they still had them. He thought it would be a passing fad and I wouldn't learn. And for the first year it did stand in the corner, until it dawned on me that it wasn't going to walk over and play it self, So for a year I diligently practiced on the thing and finally showed my dad that I had learned to play it. He was surprised and pleased. What you need to know about that guitar was that the strings were about as far off the fret board as possible before it became impossible to play. It hurt really really hurt when I played and never got any easier. I'm actually amazed that I learned to play on it. My next guitar (that he bought) was an Aria classical. And when I turned 18 he bought me a Martin D-35 which I still play to this day.
