Music is a big part of my life. All through out my life it was key. I remember listening to two cassette tapes from Rhode Island to up state New York, an 8 hour trip, when my family would rush up for a weekend away from the Ocean State to see my mom's family. I think my brother and I thoroughly wore out Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends
and the other tape my mom had about nonsense songs (imagine all of these marketized, flashy, tv shows condensed into it's core value.) There were songs about Peanut Butter and Jelly, and How Much Wood (could a Woodchuck Chuck... of course). I used to have dreams of sitting at a piano and singing to audiences. Now I sing for friends' weddings and around family. I murmur song lyrics when there are people near and belt them out in the car. Ever since Vanessa Carlton's first video of her riding around town playing her piano, I have thought about those ideas again. Sometimes I wish I didn't go into Graphic Design but rather, stuck to my guns and finished going to school for singing and acting... instead of letting the bastards of the college tell me I wasn't good enough.