I spent the better part of my 20s in love with an incredibly talented punk rocker who wanted to take over the world, one local town at a time. We were young and naive but our hopefulness and passion kept our relationship going even when the love had gone. I don't regret a second of it. I learnt so much from our time together and it was with him that my love for creativity blossomed and evolved.
I have so many precious memories inspired by him and his band.
I remember the excitement when they finally had the money for their first session in a professional recording studio. I got a kitten that day. I remember all the friends gathered around the pool table till dawn, to help assemble the CD cases and album notes. I fell in love that day. I remember being on the door for the album release party. I awoke my passion for photography that day.
And I remember the expense. [God, do I remember the expense!]
I am forever in awe of the independent musicians and singer/songwriters who keep pushing forward, most struggling to make a buck, yet they still manage to make a difference in people's lives with their music. One local town at a time.
Music feeds my spirit. The right lyric, the right hook, the right beat, these are defining moments in my day. And while I am fickle and I have struggled throughout my life to decide on my favourite genre, I can finally say with some certainty that folk music is my true love.
Ok, I can't say it with any certainty because as we've established, I am incapable of deciding on a favourite anything. But folk music currently features predominantly in my life. And with that, I am happy and excited to introduce you all to:
I'm gonna let them speak (sing) for themselves. They're funnier.
LOVE!
Love the band! Great pledge, will be scraping up my pennies for their gas :)
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