The Singer
It’s pretty killer when you meet a band who’s in town from California on tour in line for an open mic at the Bluebird Cafe, which, if you’re unaware, is famous and a big deal, and after having sat through two and a half hours of music, you go up and play and come back down at sit at your spot at your table with your new friends and they look at you wide-eyed and say, “Easily the best thing all night.”
I used to hear that all the time and I never believed it. I was at school, in a music program, surrounded by a million other people who were just as good as me and probably working much harder than me. And most of the people telling me I rocked were people who probably were pretty biased. Or a lot biased. Or just generally untrustworthy when it came to such things because of the SERIOUS BIAS HAPPENING. Did I mention they liked me for ME so they had to tell me I rocked? Yeah. So yeah, heard it all the time and never believed it.
But to hear something like that in Nashville from people I don’t really even know and will probably never see again?
Killer.
i am so not surprised ;)
bravo!
Congrats, girl :)
I propose you start a band called “Serious Bias Happening.” I would definitely buy tickets to that kind of a show. You do, after all, rock.
YYAAAAAYYYY!!
that’s really exciting. and you know what i would guess made you easily the best thing all night?
your heart. your passion. your emotion. whether you believe me or not, you’ve got it. whatever ‘it’ is, darlin, you HAVE it and you’re making me proud all the time. :)
that is pretty killer. :)