I knew this was going to be a difficult choice, so instead I am going to name my top 5 and how they influenced my life at the time.
I grew up in an era where we actually had real, vinyl record albums. I remember the shear joy of arriving home, taking off the wrapper and doing the infamous sniff test. It was the scent of vinyl all new, shiny and black. You would always get excited to find out if there was going to be a booklet included with photos and lyrics. I still remember Led Zeppelin’s “In Through The Out Door”, the inside sleeve featured black and white line artwork which, if washed with water would become a permanent, full water-colour. I still remember when someone accidentally spilt water on mine, and we were all in awe and amazed by what we had discovered. We imagined that we were the only ones in the world that knew this secret. Today if you can still find a CD, the liner notes are so small that I can’t even make them out in my reading glasses. Gone are those days, but I still long for the sound of a good vinyl record, with scratches and all.
In the 70’s there just weren’t many female musicians playing rock n roll. Most of the role models were men, swinging their hips and caressing their guitars as if they were women. I thought how could I relate to that.
I began playing acoustic guitar at age 13, but when I discovered Suzi Quarto, The Runaways, Heart, Patti Smith and Girlschool all that changed. When I saw photos of Joan Jett with her electric gold top Les Paul, I knew I had to have one. I did get my Les Paul at the San Francisco Pawn Brokers and soon a gigantic Custom amplifier followed, which the neighbourhood and police soon learnt to hate. All of sudden I felt like I belonged and that I was in a secret club only for girls. We could be raunchy and play power chords just like our male counterparts.
Here is my list of my top 5
1. 1974 – Suzi Quatro – Suzi Quatro
2. 1976 – The Runaways – The Runaways
3. 1976 – Heart – Dreamboat Annie
4. 1978 – Patti Smith – Easter
5. 1982 – Girlschool – Hit and Run
Try to remember your first kiss or rock concert or perhaps the first time you drove. When you are young and experiencing life for the first time, there are moments that are so exhilarating that they take your breath away.
Then age happens…as you mature you become jaded and less amazed about adventures, nothing ever feels like the first time. The older you become the less impressive new ideas become, in other words, you have seen it and done it all or at least that is how you feel.
For me learning to play guitar at 13 was one of the most thrilling periods of my life. I can’t say that I have ever felt that way since. I continued to play guitar, mandolin and sing from age 13 to well into my 30’s. There were the constant jam sessions and open mike nights; every time I played and sang in front of a live audience it was new, different and electrifying.
Time and medications have now taken it toll on my mind; my memory isn’t what it used to be (I now have to write everything down and use the Google calendar). The odd time, I think I want to take a stab at it, but it becomes so frustrating trying to remember lyrics. I think to myself why put myself through the agony and misery, so for now I have my two guitars hanging on the wall collecting dust. My days of music are nothing, but a faded memory now.
In lieu of the guitar, I have now taken up art again, yes again. The last time I painted anything I must have been in my late teen or early twenties. This revisited endeavour is kind of “exciting”. At the moment, I am not sure what medium I want to focus on so I am trying different avenues, from pastels, water-colour pencils to paints. I am having fun looking up tutorials online and trying my hand at the different aspects of art. I don’t think I will ever be a Frida Kahlo, Georgia O’Keeffe or Emily Carr, but at least it is something that doesn’t frustrate me and I can honestly say it is stimulating. I even have dreams of painting and when that happens it must mean something.
I know, I haven’t written in a while, not that anyone would notice, since no one reads this. I will continue to write when I am up to it, and when I can. I have been going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I have taken up the guitar again. I know what everyone thinks, I’m sitting in a corner playing Joan Baez and Joni Mitchell songs. To a certain extent that is very true. There’s nothing I like better than a good folk song, with a good story to tell. These are some of the best kind of songs. Songs that are king. What I have in my mind right now, are the blues. I want nothing more, than to learn my pentatonic scales, and whale on an electric guitar. I feel that would feed my broken down soul. I would like to do this all on a pink paisley fender telecaster and a screaming fender amp. Call it crazy, but on the other hand I call it just getting reacquainted with an old friend. Wish me luck.
I have said this often, and I also know that it is a quote from the movie “City Slickers.” “If you find that one thing, then nothing else matters”. I guess, for some people it is finding that one thing that they are passionate for. You have to have the passion and fire for whatever this one thing is. So much so, that everything else seems small, and not as important. For me those other minumute things, were shopping. I loved to shop, but now I don’t feel the need to. We as human beings, seem to fill up our empty spots in our souls with addictions, such as shopping, food and drugs.
I was lucky enough to revisit an old friend my guitar. I gave it up some 8 years ago, why I won’t go into right now, but it happened. Now that the passion is back for singing and playing, I feel somewhat alive again. I never realilzed it but part of my being and soul has been missing all these years. Now that it is back, as I said other things don’t matter so much. I guess, what I save on shopping, I can put into some new guitars. If someone has a Lavarrie that they don’t need, Ill be willing to take it off your hands.