|My beloved Precision Bass|
|My own Mom back in '64|
My Dad brought home a new six string guitar when I was nine. He intended to learn to play himself but never did. I did instead. For a while I wrote naive teenage songs, and some slightly better love songs. People were patient enough to listen to me play in small clubs, pubs and venues in the rust belt town where I grew up. I was a frustrated girl in a boring old town who dreamed of one day being a folk rock princess and playing big stages. It never really happened, and maybe its a good thing it never did.
Now I have two girls of my own, one a trainee proffessional dancer and one an aspiring country music singer. Bringing them up has been my life, at least so far. Lately I've come to realise that they themselves have given me feelings and experiences which are now finding their way into a whole new set of songs. Instead of resenting the time my family takes, I've come to realise that they ARE my muse and my songs. So are the many people over the years who have either thrown hate at me for being transgender or shown me kindness. Like a tapestry, you were all woven into my songs.
If I can ever overcome my indecision about arranging them and mixing them, they will appear here for you to listen to. Until then, I have my family and a life.