Monica Whaley

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Jazz Band No Go

Posted on June 3, 2008 at 7:10 PM Comments comments (1)

I'm a little bumbed about the whole thing, but he just said they were going to stick with 3 singers for now. I'm disappointed, but my mom did point out that now I know I can do it. I'll have to start looking for opportunities again. What's frustrating is that most of the ads I see are looking for rock singers, which I definitely am not. Oh well, back to the drawing board.

I'm trying to work on writing my books again. I was inspired by Stephenie Meyer. I just finished reading Twilight, and was suprised that it came from a dream she had. That's where my two stories have originated as well. On her site, she even includes how she did some of her research and what she did to get published. My desire to complete and submit both stories is renewed.


Posted on May 7, 2008 at 8:40 PM Comments comments (0)

I think I might have actually written some good lyrics. They may not be perfect, but it's a start. A couple of good friends have told me that I have to write every day; that among the tons of coal, there will be some diamonds. Maybe they were right. I don't want to give them too much credit. 

Holy crap I'm excited!

Posted on May 5, 2008 at 8:27 PM Comments comments (0)

I just went on my first ever audition to sing in a band. It went really well! He said he really liked my voice. He has to run things by the other band member, but it's looking pretty good. I'm very excited, but also a little scared. I've never gotten involved in band like this. I mean, the only band I've ever been in was with some good friends I've know forever. I just have to trust God. If He wants me in this group, He'll make the way. I don't know too many blues songs, so I'll have to learn a lot, but that'll be fun. I'll even get PAID! It's not a lot, but it's more than I make now.  Have I mentioned that I'm excited about this?

Soooooooooooo bumbed!

Posted on May 3, 2008 at 10:04 AM Comments comments (0)

It really sucks to have to be back in the real world after having so much fun. I mentioned before that tons of things happened, so I'll have to address them in installments.

First, I had a super conversation with Zac (guitar) after the Ann Arbor concert. I'd asked him about how he got involved with the Procs. He was telling me about getting started in music in general, too, so I started picking hi brain about what I should to for my singing. What he said was mostly common sense, but sometimes you have to hear it from someone else. I am 33 and have done very little to further any kind of singing career. I believe it's mostly because I wasn't taking my anti-anxiety meds until recently. Before, when I would start to take steps in music, I would be overwhelmed with all these self-imposed, irrational rules in my head. I convinced myself that before I could do anything, I had to be a good songwriter, nail down my style, have a full band, etc. That's ridiculous. I need to just get out there. Zac suggested piano bars, etc. to get more time and experience, then going through classifieds to look for anyone trying to find a singer. I've also had numerous offers for help making demo. I need to really get that done, but it was like a revelation to me that I don't have to do these things in any particular order. I have been ruled by my anxiety for years and didn't even know how far-reaching it was. I'm very excited about how things are going, though.

The Proclaimers

Posted on April 28, 2008 at 6:25 PM Comments comments (0)

My friends convinced me to go see the Proclaimers in Pittsburgh. We had so much fun, which I'll have to write about later (too much happened). Anyway, on the way back, they were schooling me on the lyrics, and I found a song who's words I've needed more times than I think is fair. I thought I'd share:



Don't give it to me

Your life is full of misery
Well take something for it
Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me
You trapped me in this corner
You're breathing it over me
Next stop's the Royal Infirmary

The room's started spinning
I'm finding it hard to breath
I think I'll have to leave, I need some air
That little black cloud
That follows you everywhere's
Floating my way and it's raining despair

Now I'm not immune to misery myself
But it's just a bore in somebody else
If you weren't allowed to talk of yourself
You would have nothing to say

Your life if full of misery
Well take something for it
Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me

Your life is full of misery
Well take something for it
Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me
You trapped me in this corner
You're breathing it over me
Next stop's the Royal Infirmary

Now I'm not immune etc...