My dad had an old "Kay" guitar, so I picked it up and started teaching myself to play - with a guitar chord book. Guitar came much easier for me. I wrote a lot of depressing songs back then - for a number of reasons. There was "the awkward stages" of being a teen (thinking I was ugly and not too smart and definitely too skinny); losing my brother at 17; losing my parents mentally and emotionally after he had his accident; my dad's abuse of alcohol and prescription narcotics and then a teenage pregnancy… oh joy!
I put my guitar down and didn't perform any music after my baby was born, well… pretty much. In the years to come, I surrounded myself with other artists/musicians, etc… and lived vicariously through them… because of my own love of music… not realizing that the passion born in me, to express music through me was lying dormant and was simply trying to find its way back to the surface. Obviously at some point after a continuous internal yearning it came again.
At that point, through the encouragement of some musical friends who were living their dreams as part of other known artists in the world of music, I got up the courage to do my first gig with two very talented musicians.
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