Rockin' Me Baby.

You remember how, most everyone between the ages of 3 and 12, thought they were gonna grow up to be a rock star?  But then, years went by, you grew up, wised up and got over it?

That last part never happened for me.

I grew up worshipping the stage; staring agaped-ly at the kids on the Mickey Mouse Club, staying up too late to watch the Grammys, memorizing classic musicals, and sneaking music videos on MTV (my parents didn't understand the songs, but I wasn't allowed to watch them on the basis of musician's apparel and attitude. ahem.)

I did grow up a little, and channeled by exuberance into musical theatre, band, drama, choir, piano lessons, and eventually, karaoke bars.

But here's the thing:  I just really need to know how to play the guitar.  Being who I am and loving creative outlets as I do, it's just STUPID that I don't know how to do it.  Music is so dear to me, I want to be able to have it in my hands, whenever I want.  iPods are not the same.  At some point, Lord willing, I will have a beach house somewhere.  So much of my annoying future antics revolve around forcing my guests to sing around the bonfire!  Im serious.  We're learning harmonies.

So after a year of 'research' (read: dragging my feet)  I finally just dragged Ashley into the music store yesterday.  We had some time to kill before our comedy show, and I was just gonna "look and see if they have the one I want".  Uh huh.  Of course, they had the one I wanted, a Baby Martin, but I ended up with an upgrade, this 7/8 size Taylor.  What's funny is, the gentleman who sold it me was really against that one, but admitted that the two of us just look right together.  Well, I quite agree.

So today, after work, I went and picked up my new pear-shaped friend.  I hunkered down on YouTube and started the guitar playing portion of my life.  I mean I've now been playing for 90 minutes and I'm pretty sure I've got it:

Tomorrow I learn to play without making those faces.  Never too late!

Love Love Love.