We started today with icebreakers and a performance by Rosie Flores, then had a song writing workshop, then split up into our instrument groups for music instruction. I got to learn a Le Tigre song on guitar, then went with the voice teacher to practice scales.
After dinner, one of the Girls Rock campers and her brother came and performed for us - she's eleven, and he's eight - and they were amazing. They performed three original songs. What was I doing when I was eleven? Watching Animaniacs and Full House reruns after school?
In high school, I was in a band for all of a week as the guitar player, but not having a drummer or any thing resembling a mentor caused an early break-up of the never-named group. After moving to Austin, I auditioned to be in a band as a harmony singer on a whim. I don't really sing harmony, at least not without lots of coaching, so I wasn't exactly first choice. Nonetheless, I'd count those two hours in their practice space in front of a mic amongst my top ten well-spent hours of all time. My entire body was rebelling against me even walking in the door, but I somehow maintained control of my feet and made it through the rehearsal. I'm not delusional enough to think that I have a future rock career in front of me, but I am happy to know I can live the rest of my life being a little more aware of the stamina of my guts.