I had nothing to do with the voice ... g-d chose me to have it and I give thanks very single day of my life.

The external instrument ... well ... first my folks decided I should play the accordion ... I was 5 ... looked like I was 3 ... and it was a full-sized accordion ... I stood on the floor and the accordion sat on a chair. Not a good look for me. Then, at 6, it was the piano. My hands were so small, to took three passes and intricate finger placements to play scales. I was a tiny little girl with kinky, curly "everyday is a bad hair day" hair and I couldn't stand the regiment of taking lessons. (I also attended various dance schools, until Mother figured out I just didn't like to HAVE to go to lessions!)

When I decided that I wanted to perform, I sang in bands, but wanted the autonomy of accompanying myself, so I learned to play guitar. My first guitar was a Gibson LG-1 and my current guitar is a Gibson B-25. I'm currently looking for another guitar, or rather kim sherman at Cotten's Music in Nashville, is looking for me.

If you've been around here long enough and read my posts, you know I don't consider myself a good guitar player, but it has served my purpose and served it well. With the help of the Edgar Cayce Method of Guitar Instruction and "with a little help from my friends," I might just turn out to be a decent guitar player one of these days ...

moonchild