I think it's time to confess that is not entirely true. The fact is there was a year in my life, the third grade to be exact, where I desperately wanted to be something else.
I wanted to be...a member of Kids Incorporated.
Unless you grew up during a very specific few years in the 80s and had the Disney Channel, you might not know who Kids Incorporated are. Let me explain.
Kids Incorporated was a TV show, sorta in the vein of Hannah Montana/Glee, about a bunch of regular kids who were in a band. Every night they took over the cafe they hung out in and rocked out. The show starred a very young Jennifer Love Hewitt and Fergie from Black Eyed Peas, then simply known as Stacey Ferguson. Stacey was my favorite. Clearly, I had an eye for talent.
Or I can just show you this:
|They are rocking out AND stopping pollution...who doesn't want to be a part of that?!|
The funny thing is, I didn't really, really want to be on the show, Kids Incorporated. I really, really wanted to be part of the band, Kids Incorporated. Now, by this time, I already had a vague conceit that this was part of a produced TV show. That these kids had scripts and takes and cameras and that none of what was on my television screen was real.
I didn't care. I just really hoped the universe would find a way to make it happen.
I don't think any of this is terribly original. Most people want to be rock stars, right? In fact, just last week, I read an interview with author/singer/songwriter Wesley Stace which featured this gem of a quote: "Most writers seems to want to be rock stars and most rock stars are desperate to be taken seriously."
Er...yeah, okay. That's true.
I started taking guitar lessons a couple of years ago. Every month, my guitar school has a student showcase at a local bar. Every month, my teacher has asked me if I want to do it and I've always said no. But the truth is, I would really, really like to get up there and - for a second - imagine I got my third grade wish.
So this year, although I have horrible, crippling stage fright, I've kinda promised myself I will. I'll keep you posted as to if that ever happens. And by that I, of course, mean I will tell you after if I ever decide to do it. No one I know can be in the audience for this.
Unless Fergie somehow reads this blog and decides to come cheer me on.
|Don't even tell me you don't want to own that headband for I will call you a liar, sir.|