Before I was a song writer, I was a writer of poems. Before I wrote poems I sang songs, and even before I actually sang the songs, I climbed trees and hiked through cow pastures. They both seemed decent enough avenues to release inhibitions and stretch vocal limits, so off and up I’d go and holler out the tunes of the day.
I bought a second hand guitar when I was 19 and a few years later, actually learned to play a 3-chord progression while singing and breathing at the same time. And while I can get my hand around a bar chord or two, I maintain my status as a simple “3-chord guitar girl’, hoping to astound and impress the masses whenever I throw a fourth into the mix.
With a love of singing and a yearning to perform in front of real people, I ventured out to the open mic stages with cover tunes where I hoped to meet some musicians, perhaps start a band or find the Elton John to my Bernie Taupin and start creating songs. However, it never happened.
After living in Ontario for 6 months, I returned to Vancouver and must have caught something in the air over Winnipeg because 7 days later I sat down with my guitar and wrote my first song. Now I have a total of 21, 10 of which are professionally recorded, packaged and rolled into the album Late Bloomer.
Are the songs any good? Well, everything is potentially good to someone. Maybe you’ll like the sound of my voice, maybe you’ll like the way I make G6, FM7 and E7 go together, or perhaps you’ll like the poem-turned-song about how my tampons let me down.
Thanks for giving me a listen. Hope to see you in the crowd some time.