One of the cooler things about being a reporter is covering even-cooler stories. Not much can top interviewing my teen heartthrob, but being a Rock Star SuperMama for a weekend may come in as a close second.
I recently learned about something called Ladies Rock Camp -- a two-and-a-half-day weekend camp where women with all types -- or very little -- musical background gather to learn how to play an instrument of their choosing. Keyboards, bass, vocals, drums...you name it, you can learn how to play it.
At the end of April, I will have the fortunate pleasure to attend and cover Ladies Rock Camp for various and sundry outlets, including here. And it gets better.
I will be learning how to play the guitar. Fo' real. And not just any guitar. The guitar. The one that I had restored after it was crushed on stage by Señor Springfield. I will learn how to play it correctly. I will be part of a band. And at the end of the weekend, we will jam.
Can you read my excitement? Can you tell that I am coming unglued at the seams with pure child-like joy?
My friends reading this will know that everytime I mention that I am going to Ladies Rock Camp, it is highly likely that I am doing a little dance. Seriously, it would be the equivalent of a baseball loving-man attending Fantasy Spring Training. Bliss, I tell you.
More on Ladies Rock Camp as the big weekend approaches. For now, I must practice my Rock Star Super Mama moves. If you have any rock star moves you'd care to share, let me know.
