When my hair was bigger than my face but still competing with the size of my glasses I used to pour my heart into an invisible microphone. Somewhere between Holly Hobby curtains and the beginning of boy band posters, I belted out my desire to “Dance With Somebody” and be allowed to wear a tight mini-skirt like Whitney Houston.
I haven’t lost myself in lyrics since the days of rewinding (and rewinding and rewinding) my cassette tapes which was a huge improvement on trying to get that record needle in the right spot. It’s possibly because I’m never alone to listen to music and definitely because there’s too much noise around here to hear them anyway. The last few months I’ve finally listened to the words again. Maybe because I’ve finally driven in my car without children and definitely because I had a reason to and I made it a priority, my priority.
Since the curtains closed on Listen To Your Mother: Metro Detroit, words have failed me. I’ve had no idea how to do justice to the process and the experience. This morning I heard the song that played every time I left a Listen To Your Mother event. The auditions, the rehearsals and finally as we bowed, the music played and hands clasped while the crowd cheered us off the stage.
I don’t have the words so I will borrow the ones I heard over and over:
You wanna give up ’cause it’s dark
We’re really not that far apart
So let your heart, sweet heart be your compass when you’re lost
And you should follow it wherever it may go
When it’s all said and done, you can walk instead of run
‘Cause no matter what you’ll never be alone
Never be alone
Thank you Lady Antebellum for letting me borrow your lyrics and thank you to our amazing photographer Jarrad Henderson for these images. Jarrad really should be just as famous as the country duo because his talent is as big as his heart.
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