It’s a good one.
Long time coming.
I’m just working out the details for you in a post, but I couldn’t wait to share that there will be an addition coming soon.
Oh, and I’ll be posting my final assignment from my class, which yes, should have gone up nearly 10 days ago, but we bought a house, Rob played a show and I’ve generally just filled my evenings with some charity work and meetings.
Anyway.
Please come back in like, a few hours. Deal?
xx
sb
follow your dreams.
Last night Rob did something amazing.
Because he really, really believes. And I love that.
Rob won the first round of the Y108 Battle of the Bands contest with his band, Franky Moonlight.
A few facts about Rob’s music:
-He taught himself to play guitar and can play just about any instrument in the whole world, including the harmonica.
-He wrote a special song for me to walk down the aisle to. I still can’t hear it in its entirety because it makes my eyes water, but in the good way.
-He is a musician and artist from the depth of his soul and the tips of the hairs on his head (which are getting thinner, but don’t tell him I said that.)
-He works on his music with such fervor and passion, that it never fails to remind me what I love about working hard on my craft, too.
-We’ve spent many nights working away with glasses of wine, a guitar, a laptop and our little cat. He’ll play something and ask, “How does this sound?” And then I’ll write something and ask him the same thing.
-Most nights, I write while he strums the guitar. Most of my writing is created to the soundtrack of his music.
-More than anything, I want my husband to be a rockstar. Not necessarily the famous or too-rich kind, but the kind that gets to play his music for a living, everyday.
-For our first Christmas together, I had a silver guitar pick made with the words, “Follow Your Dreams” inscribed on it. He won’t play a single show without it. He says it’s good luck. Last night, before the show, he called me in a panic to say, “I forgot my pick… can you bring it? I can’t go on without it.” Then, after his band won the contest, he thanked me for bringing him the pick and said it gave him courage.
I told him we should run away and be hippies, just like I always wanted.
Rob is my favorite song writer. Cliche or trite as that might sound, it’s true. I have never lived with another musician, so I’m sure a little bias lurks somewhere in my statement, but I know passion when I see it, and passion is what I see- and often feel- when he sits down to play on his guitar. Sometimes, when my day has been especially draining, he will play for me until I fall asleep- a little something he’s done for me since I was a teenager. Something he’ll do for me ’til I’m old and gray.
Last Thursday night Rob’s band, Franky Moonlight, played the Big Bop downtown (Queen/Bathurst Sts.) because it’s being turned into a lame furniture store at the end of the month. Decades of history shutting down just. like. that. The Bop stage has been stomped, sweated and played on by bands like At the Drive In, Refused, and the Misfits over the last 30 years. Looks like 30 is a big deal, after all.
I’m so glad Rob was able to play the Bop’s Kathedral stage one last time. He rocked out. As always.
-photos taken by Mark Rabo
3. Finish my screenplay
I’m taking a screenplay writing course to keep on track and have a solid start. Lord only knows how off-track I can get with writing projects.
Oh. My. God.
…details to come.
It’s Thanksgiving here in Canada and I’ll be gaining five pounds all weekend, so posting has to take a close second behind my pumpkin pie tarts (er, I’m going to share the recipe, but don’t laugh at me).
Also, I received my first Blogger-bestowed award this week, which was bitchin. Deets to come.
For now, I leave you with this – music from my FAVORITE. BAND. EVER. …
FRANKY MOONLIGHT
(Ok, so I’m totally sleeping with the guitarist.)
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my husband rob. (the guitarist.)