In Another Life

..... I would love to be a folk-rock-hippie singer/songwriter/ performer. I can totally imagine how I would be. Too bad I can't play the guitar - or any instrument, for that matter.

I love how musically talented my brothers and sisters are. (Guitar, drums, piano, flute - you name it and someone can play it.) I am the only one who doesn't play an instrument. It's totally been my choice. (I was so happy when my mom let me quit piano lessons. Sorry Sister Copeland.) For years I have been sitting on the sidelines of jam sessions - feeling a bit like an outsider. I really would enjoy the music, but I would think that it never could be me performing. ( I even shun being a backup singer. So it's a little weird that I have this fantasy...)

Years ago, Laura gave me a guitar. I have picked it up every six months or so and practiced a few chords. Once my fingers would get tender, I would stop practicing. I always stopped when it got hard, so that means I never really got anywhere at all.

I am ending that cycle right now.I am practicing guitar chords regularly. I still stink it up, my fingertips hurt, and I still don't have a soloist voice, but it doesn't matter. I will most likely never be the performer I envision in my mind, but at least I hope to join the next Sanders sing along.

(p.s. The picture is of Erin McCarley, who opened at the Fillmore for Joshua Radin. JR is my fave guy and I kind of have a crush on him....but that's for another blog)