I had a strange weekend. I spent most of it doing chores and thinking. At band practice, we talked about musicians who influence us. I’ve spent lots of time studying Amy Lee and Stevie Nicks. They both make me want to create music. However, I tend to focus on what they teach me and how they nurture my soul, which apparently isn’t what they meant. My fascination with these fabulous musicians doesn’t translate to what my band members consider my musical inspiration.
I wasn’t surprised. I tend to notice things others don’t and miss things most others find significant. I’m bewildered by how other fans often seek out information not given freely by the artist. I find it disturbing when alleged fans disrespect clear boundaries with those they purport to love. It’s too much like rape, (which is not a word I use lightly.) If it’s something the artist wants me to know, they’ll put it in their lyrics or mention it in an interview.
After some clarification as to what we were seeking, I knew the artist who came to mind instantly was right. Sheryl Crow. She’s the one. So I told them. They all went silent for a moment, then agreed enthusiastically. I was so relieved they didn’t say anything that would have raised my blood pressure. I was dreading comments like, but she’s white, or, you look nothing like her. They didn’t say any shit like that. Yay.
Hopefully, my eyes didn’t tell them any misstep on their part could easily have led to my leaving in disgust. I get agitated when people don’t acknowledge the superb skills of specific famous musicians. I should probably work on it, but I won’t. Sheryl Crow is incredible. This is a fact. I don’t want to be in the same room with anyone who lies about this fact. (Mostly because I know it will end with me bawling and wanting to fight.) Heh.
Granted, I probably don’t know much about her. I know what she looks like. I know she’s strong. I know she’s from the south. I know she’s friends with Stevie Nicks and can play bass, guitar, keyboards, (and likely whatever instrument interests her.) She sings and writes beautifully. Her catalog is astonishing. Of course, I’ve never met her, but she seems kind, wise, and humble based on her lyrics.
I’ll admit I have a hip-hop mentality. I enjoy it when a fantastic rapper spits about being great when it’s true. It’s an acknowledgment of reality, therefore not bragging in the negative sense. It amuses and delights me because it’s celebrating talent and hard work in a brutally honest fashion. When someone who has gold-plated receipts all over the place is humble, it blows my mind. It makes me wonder if they know what they’ve accomplished. I guess I don’t understand humbleness in the face of greatness. I’m not upset about it, though. Heh.
This week, we’re going to work on some covers of her music. In the meantime, I’m having a blast listening to her while singing along, dancing, and running around, trying to contain my excitement and joy. I’m also looking up the lyrics online and correcting my misheard words. She enunciates well, so there aren’t a lot of surprises. Whew. I’m off to continue. 😁🙃