How do I even began to explain the coolness of Ladies Rock Camp?
I've just returned from day one. Fifty women in one room, all eager and amped to learn how to play music. No egos, no games. Just lots of attitude...positive, amazing, energetic and contagious attitude.
Here's what I've done in just first eight hours of lessons:
- Learned how to tune my guitar and basic chords plus used the distortion box
- Formed a rock band
- Named said rock band..."Dirty Courtnies"...in tribute to the pre-botox and grunged out Courtney Love
- Written a song...we're stuck on the chorus and intro, but with a few sessions tomorrow we'll be on our way
- Discovered that contrary to my husband's belief, I can sing. Not only can I sing, I can harmonize! Yay! Seriously, when you think you have an awful voice and suddenly, you discover that in the right environment and given the right instruction, you can actually sing...well, it's just cool. And the Dirty Courtnies -- we rock the house.
- Developed nasty, red blisters on my finger tips from wailing on my guitar. I'm wondering how I'll deal with Saturday. It will be most painful.
We even had a little workshop on guitar moves. No joke. Moving around with your guitar is not an easy task. You have to be smooth and it has to look natural. We practiced our leg kicks (a la glam rock), our crotch pose, hair flips, the lunge, and the drop-to-your-knees goodness. So fun.
I also sat in on a session about the history of women in rock. Very eye-opening.
That's just day one. The guitar is handling itself most beautifully. I think I'd make the big RS proud. I'm like a little kid standing in front of the gates at Disneyland waiting to get in. I can't wait until tomorrow's lesson. Until then, I leave you with a signal that we used most often today, and said with a yell of Wooooh!
