Hands Hands Hands
I went hiking today with Clo-Clo, and I needed it badly. The sun came out, as did my freckles, and the fresh air felt incredible. We walked along the ocean in Marin, the views were incredible. I took some pics with my phone, I'll toss them up on my Facebook page later on.
I slipped on a steep slope as we were heading back to the car. Scratched up my one hand a bit.
There are few times in my life when my mothers voice actually rings through my head, but whenever I hurt myself I really hear her: "Kathryn Ann- be careful of your hands!!!!"
[Yes, my mom is a huge believer of whipping out those full names whenever she possibly can]
My brother got screamed at many a time when we were wresting around- "Be careful with her hands- be CAREFUL!! No- that's enough. Stop it. Stop it right now!"
I really never gave it any thought when I was growing up- but from what my family tells me it was pretty obvious right away that music was my forte. I picked up instruments easily- it came as naturally to me as breathing. Rules at home for me were a bit different. I had practicing to do- and I was rewarded for my music lessons the way most kids were rewarded for good report cards. My days were filled with private lessons, rehearsals, performances and endless hours on flute and piano.
Don't hurt her hands!
School for me was really an excuse to do music. While you don't technically have a "major" when you're in high school, mine was music. I was involved in so much music it was mind-blowing. On top of sports and student government... blah blah blah...
College was the same thing, only minus the sports and the student government. All I did was music. Music all day, all night and the day after that. After college all I did was music- teaching, that is.
I didn't actually start writing music until 2000, and not seriously until 2001- and sometimes I need to remind myself that while I have been doing music my whole life, I've only been a singer/songwriter for 7 years. And that is not very long considering, for instance, that I've played the piano for 25 years. I really feel like I'm just getting started, baby!
So for the love of God- Don't hurt her hands.
I slipped on a steep slope as we were heading back to the car. Scratched up my one hand a bit.
There are few times in my life when my mothers voice actually rings through my head, but whenever I hurt myself I really hear her: "Kathryn Ann- be careful of your hands!!!!"
[Yes, my mom is a huge believer of whipping out those full names whenever she possibly can]
My brother got screamed at many a time when we were wresting around- "Be careful with her hands- be CAREFUL!! No- that's enough. Stop it. Stop it right now!"
I really never gave it any thought when I was growing up- but from what my family tells me it was pretty obvious right away that music was my forte. I picked up instruments easily- it came as naturally to me as breathing. Rules at home for me were a bit different. I had practicing to do- and I was rewarded for my music lessons the way most kids were rewarded for good report cards. My days were filled with private lessons, rehearsals, performances and endless hours on flute and piano.
Don't hurt her hands!
School for me was really an excuse to do music. While you don't technically have a "major" when you're in high school, mine was music. I was involved in so much music it was mind-blowing. On top of sports and student government... blah blah blah...
College was the same thing, only minus the sports and the student government. All I did was music. Music all day, all night and the day after that. After college all I did was music- teaching, that is.
I didn't actually start writing music until 2000, and not seriously until 2001- and sometimes I need to remind myself that while I have been doing music my whole life, I've only been a singer/songwriter for 7 years. And that is not very long considering, for instance, that I've played the piano for 25 years. I really feel like I'm just getting started, baby!
So for the love of God- Don't hurt her hands.
posted by Kat Downs at 5:31 PM
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