I hate to burst your bubble, but it isn’t the first time. ๐
That whole first-post thing was clearly not the case. I mean, how long has it been since I began this thing?!
I Guess I Was Wrong.
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Waitinโ on a Train
Last July in New York. I believe this was when we were on the way to Washington Square Park one morning. :miss
“Tulsa Time” ~ NYC, July 2009
It was our first and, so far, only time ever playing the song.
Kevin and I were just settling into our room at our favorite Manhattan hotel, when he broke out the acoustic guitar. After ten hours on the road, we always need a little time to recuperate before heading out on the town.
I was playing around on Facebook on the laptop and mentioned we were playing music in NYC, and a friend asked if we were taking requests. Well, we hadn’t really thought about it, but, okay, we said, sure. We can do that.
We’d never played Don Williams‘ “Tulsa Time” before, together or separately, but we both remembered it from way back. So I found the lyrics, and Kevin picked out the chords. I recorded it on my HP Pavillion’s standard sound recorder program and uploaded it to my server as a WMA file. It’s converted here to MP3, but the quality’s about as good as it’s going to get. ๐
The first post is the hardest.
I keep telling myself just to write something, anything.
Even if it’s bad (as it surely will be … after all, it’s the First Post), just do something. Be gone, monkey brain! Don’t fiddle with my insecurities. Sure, they’re deeply rooted, but — hey! — I’ve kept them pretty well trimmed back for the last while.
But, see, I’m sort of a perfectionist. I don’t know if that’s what causes my procrastination tendencies or vice versa, but I do know that they work well together, twining their fat evil stems in and around my every thought and action. (See how I did that?)
So, anyway, my awesome husband Kevin is usually my impetus for breaking out of bad habits. Since he’s not yet really into having a blog, though, he’s not going to “encourage” me to get it done. It’s up to me.
Maybe right now you’re thinking, imaginary reader, that the world would’ve been better off if I’d remained strangled in my weirdly weedy world.
And that’s okay. I don’t blame you. I completely understand. ๐
Just to prove it, here’s a present:
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