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Louis Waymore / Blog

On Being The New Girl

Adam has a beautiful voice and, with Doug, makes up a fabulous rhythm section. Phil blows my mind every time he picks up a guitar. This Sunday I listened to the three of them work out a song while I went to the bathroom. Seriously, by the time I came back they sounded like they had been playing that song together for years. Often I question why they let me continue to strum clumsily on my guitar or struggle to remember words through all my nerves. More years that I care to admit ago, I had the privilege to sing with a beautiful girl, Marta McDonald. She was fantastic at finding harmonies on the spot and, more importantly, believed in me. I sang until I had to be pulled off stages, I made up a song for every occasion, I played horrible version of what possibly could be considered a D chord if no one was there to accompany me. Being on stage was the only time I felt the most like myself. Then life happened. I became more comfortable shrinking into my own head and before I knew it, I woke up an extremely self conscious introvert. The first time Phil heard me sing was through a closed door, outside my apartment because I didn’t want anybody to see me sing or have to admit I knew they heard me. Imagine my surprise when that hallway performance turned into “we need to start a band.” It had been 13 years since I had been on a stage. I didn’t grow up in Johnston County and I knew nothing about being in a band. I didn’t even know which cable got plugged into what or even the concept of how an amplifier worked. The sound of my own voice through a microphone still makes me want to shrink into the safe shelter of an empty room. Then I hear Doug, Adam and Phil make music. I want nothing else to be a part of that. Instead of wanting to hide again, I remember I get to make music with the most talented musicians I have ever met. Most of all, they remind me music is fun. There are a million reasons I shouldn’t get to play…I am so very mediocre, I don’t have perfect tone, I have a hard time overcoming stage fright. However, I get to sing. I love to sing. So, in my first blog that is just a rant on my part, this new girl wants to say “thanks” to her super talented band mates for bringing back a piece of me I thought was just something I had another lifetime ago.