When I Was a Kid...Part V
Who used to write down the lyrics to songs they absolutely LOVED?
I remember there were so many times where I couldn't quite catch what the artist said and I would have to rewind the tape like 50-11 times!!!
Ohhhh! They said "hanging in a chow line"...
See, this was before you can do a google search for lyrics. This was manual labor at its best. And sometimes these songs can get pretty lengthy.
The songs I always wrote down were Mary J. Blige tracks. I was in the 6th grade when I discovered who Mary was. And boy oh boy did I try to emulate her - I failed miserably, by the way.
I remember everyone knowing how much I idolized her and during a game of truth or dare instead of asking me to kiss the slow kid (I know, kids can be cruel), they asked me to sing "Real Love" while doing this new dance called "the butterfly".
I must have been good because no one laughed or said anything during my performance.
I would go on to sell out the Garden in a day but you can read about that in my autobiography, "Confessions of a Broke Bitch".
SIDENOTE: If I titled the book, "Confessions of a Liar", would anyone believe a word of it?
So, yeah. Even my teacher got involved in this debacle. She asked me to sing a song for her and when I was through she says, "This girl can sing!" Now, at that age, I'm not sure if I had the ability to detect sarcasm. For some strange reason, I look back on that day and can almost see my teacher stifling a laugh as soon as I turned away.
I remember there were so many times where I couldn't quite catch what the artist said and I would have to rewind the tape like 50-11 times!!!
Ohhhh! They said "hanging in a chow line"...
See, this was before you can do a google search for lyrics. This was manual labor at its best. And sometimes these songs can get pretty lengthy.
The songs I always wrote down were Mary J. Blige tracks. I was in the 6th grade when I discovered who Mary was. And boy oh boy did I try to emulate her - I failed miserably, by the way.
I remember everyone knowing how much I idolized her and during a game of truth or dare instead of asking me to kiss the slow kid (I know, kids can be cruel), they asked me to sing "Real Love" while doing this new dance called "the butterfly".
I must have been good because no one laughed or said anything during my performance.
I would go on to sell out the Garden in a day but you can read about that in my autobiography, "Confessions of a Broke Bitch".
SIDENOTE: If I titled the book, "Confessions of a Liar", would anyone believe a word of it?
So, yeah. Even my teacher got involved in this debacle. She asked me to sing a song for her and when I was through she says, "This girl can sing!" Now, at that age, I'm not sure if I had the ability to detect sarcasm. For some strange reason, I look back on that day and can almost see my teacher stifling a laugh as soon as I turned away.

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