Archive for November, 2015

Guess who’s back…in black?! in the saddle again?! Well apparently I’m back and starting with cheesiness. Kind of an ice breaker for the subject I am about to tackle. For me, it’s a subject that is very hard for me to deal with because for me to keep calm and not go off the deep end when discussing it is very hard for me to accomplish. What is this subject? Females and the music industry.

Music is a place where you can find your ‘serenity’..a ‘place where you can hide’ from the craziness and bigotry that goes on in the world…..so you think.

Being a female musician I can straight up say I’ve encountered different –very uncomfortable, might I add- situations where I felt both very angry and upset. Yeah, I play a guitar. Do I have to be a guy to be able to play guitar? Last time I checked, your genitalia had nothing to do with playing the guitar –hun, if you can play and shred solos with your penis first of all….ouch….secondly, bravo but what the actual fuck- and all it required was a working brain, fingers, and a burning desire to play.

Apparently if you’re female and you go in and go in to a shop to try out some six string steel beasts you will be mildly made fun of or not taken seriously. Like for real bro, no I do not want to try a Daisy Rock guitar, I am a Les Paul kinda chick. I like it heavy where you can hear the guitar growling like a wild, untamed beast. Not saying there’s anything wrong with Daisy Rock, but it’s not my thing.

Funny story about that actually, a few months ago I was in a music store looking at different guitars and I pick one out that appealed greatly to my eye and I sit down on one of the stools set up by the amplifiers and I plugged ‘er in. Only a short distance away from me, there sat a man also trying out an Ibanez. He looks over at me admiring the beauty of the guitar and in awe over the immaculate hardware and design of it and let out a snarky throat sound like a ‘pssh,’ to make fun of me. So meanwhile while he was tinkering around I decided to rip through Master of Puppets and after I left the seat with that dude’s jaw dropped. Me 1 Judgemental Asshole 0.

I gotta say though, with every judgemental asshole there are sweet people who actually love it and welcome those of us who are female as if we were all the same – which, by the way is how it should be- and to those of you guys who welcome us rock chicks with ‘open arms’ we salute you! You know what the true meaning of music is! Music has no race, no gender, no certain belief you must be to take part. Music is not biased. Music is a universal language that everyone can speak. Music is where you can find your serenity.

In the end, we’re all one, so let’s all learn to welcome each other warmly and instead of belittling each other, let’s help one another rise up and be one big awesome energy.

Namaste and blessed be xox