Reinventing Joy

Today, I was approached by my guitar teacher to sing in a band with he and his brother. They recently decided to move to new venue and gig out.  I told them I was very interested but November and December were booked for the plays I have lined up.  I was assured I'd have plenty of time to learn about 20 songs(6 of which I need to play and sing on). Freaking out commenced after my lessons today.  Later in the evening I got a text that said we have a gig in 3 weeks!!!  I have been Rusty McRusterson for the past 3 months. I have avoided the guitar at all costs and forced myself to prepare for lessons. Now, BOOM the rubber has met the road. Motivation started.  I started freaking out about whether I'd be ready vocally and if I get cleared by my doctor to sing. I am honestly afraid to even do my vocal exercises for 10 minutes a day.  What if I re-injur my chords?! I can't do more vocal rest. I'll use the mic more.  I chose songs that aren't super über blow out each time.

This weekend I have the honor of witnessing my friend Brian celebrate the union of his beautiful wife to be- Karen. I met Brian at Rock Camp and we became fast friends over a year ago. He instantly filled the role of the big brother I've never had. This couple is so beautiful and sweet and fun. I anticipate a whole of fun this weekend and so far they have delivered. Rock Camp revisited. I am staying at their beautiful house in Fountain Hills, AZ and they were kind enough to pick me up at the airport. We will be singing and playing guitar at the reception.  Brian already knows I can only sing ten minutes a day total as part of my vocal ramp up therapy. Actually, since I've been off total vocal rest, my voice teacher advised that I'm only to sing Amazing Grace for 5 minutes a day with forward resonance. Last night as soon as I got in after a long flight we were singing the night away. It felt like slipping into an old comfortable pair of shoes. It was delicious. The music