Sometimes I don't see how my babysitting career could possibly be helping my music career. Except that it pays the bills most months and keeps me sane.
But at the end of the summer one of my families gave me a gift certificate to our local bookstore as a thank you gift. It was really nice and I had such a great time just browsing the stacks, touching all the paperbacks and new releases. It was so nice to know that I had $50 to spend on books that I couldn't spend on electric bills or groceries. So I savored the browsing and contemplated buying dozens of different titles. But when I saw The Artist's Way I knew I would get it. I've been wanting it for a long time, but for some reason have never bought the book and started the program.
But now I'm one week in and already figuring out so much about my own creative life and history and potential and my blocks. And wouldn't it just be perfect if this book gets me to the place where I write my first hit, but that I only had the book because one of the families I babysit for gave me a gift certificate to a bookstore? Yes, that would be perfect. I must write a hit so I can use that angle for the publicity tour. I can just see it now. Nanny Montanta on top thanks to babysitting job!
The adventures of a girl leading a double life: babysitter by day and struggling rock star by night. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Actually, lots of the other details have probably been changed, too.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Kids know hits.
Joey is 10 years old and interested in my music career. He likes to ask a lot of questions about my crazy fans and hecklers and give me advice about attracting people to my shows, like: "You should bake cupcakes and give one to everyone who comes to see you." It's really hard to argue with that. People love cupcakes.
The other day Joey asked me to give him a little preview of what I've been working on lately. I sang him a chorus of a new song, one that I'd written with a hit writer from Nashville. Joey really liked it. He said that it sounded like something you'd hear on the radio. He said it was a lot better than anything he'd heard on my CD. He said I should get busy and record that song. And if I've learned anything from this double life, it's this: Kids know hits.
For example, I was driving recently with 4 year-old Lizzy. Taylor Swift's "Love Story" came on the radio and she had never heard it before, but urged me to turn it up. "Princesses, love, what is this?" she asked. And then we were at the library and I was trying to deal with the stroller and she was spinning in circles on the sidewalk singing "la la prince and la la princess, love story la la yes!!"
Mega #1 hit and she heard it and loved it immediately. So I'm gonna listen to the kids. They know hits.
Friday, April 9, 2010
I'm (kind of) a Belieber!
After so much baby and toddler time, it's been really fun to sit for a couple of elementary girls. We do home work and piano practice and play Wii and board games. There's a lot more hanging out and less changing diapers. Ahhh...
But there is also a lot of High School Musical, Jonas Brothers and lately, Justin Bieber. I'm not a music snob, and I actually like sugary-pop music more that most musicians I know, so I was willing to give JB a try. I mean, 7-year-old Maia is totally in love with him, so how could I deny her? We all bopped along to "Little", "Baby" and that cover of "LoveFool" by The Cardigans while we painted our nails with polka dots.
And then came "First Dance." This song is hilarious. It's so clearly using "the first dance" as a euphemism for "the first time you have sex," kind of like 60's teen pop singers did. He's trying to walk the line between parent-approved wholesomeness and heart-flutter inducing sexiness, but to anyone over 10, it just comes off as ridiculous. The line that made me laugh out loud comes at the end of the bridge:
Your glass slippers in my hand right here,
We'll make it before the clock strikes nine.
OK, What? Nine? I know he's talking to pre-teen girls who can't stay out late, but this is supposed to be a fantasy. Can't we at least dream about staying up until midnight like Cinderella did?
The girls had no idea why I thought this song was funny, and I didn't want to explain it to them. They don't hear the implied meaning at all. And in the end, maybe it really is just about a dance. Maybe when you are 7, the anticipation and excitement of swaying back and forth with a cute boy is as scary and thrilling as it gets. Maybe you do hope he'll "be gentle" and "do it slowly." And maybe that's really all Justin Bieber is talking about. I kinda doubt that's all the songwriters and producers and label marketing folks were thinking, but that kind of cynicism is not for little girls. Just us babysitters.
But there is also a lot of High School Musical, Jonas Brothers and lately, Justin Bieber. I'm not a music snob, and I actually like sugary-pop music more that most musicians I know, so I was willing to give JB a try. I mean, 7-year-old Maia is totally in love with him, so how could I deny her? We all bopped along to "Little", "Baby" and that cover of "LoveFool" by The Cardigans while we painted our nails with polka dots.
And then came "First Dance." This song is hilarious. It's so clearly using "the first dance" as a euphemism for "the first time you have sex," kind of like 60's teen pop singers did. He's trying to walk the line between parent-approved wholesomeness and heart-flutter inducing sexiness, but to anyone over 10, it just comes off as ridiculous. The line that made me laugh out loud comes at the end of the bridge:
Your glass slippers in my hand right here,
We'll make it before the clock strikes nine.
OK, What? Nine? I know he's talking to pre-teen girls who can't stay out late, but this is supposed to be a fantasy. Can't we at least dream about staying up until midnight like Cinderella did?
The girls had no idea why I thought this song was funny, and I didn't want to explain it to them. They don't hear the implied meaning at all. And in the end, maybe it really is just about a dance. Maybe when you are 7, the anticipation and excitement of swaying back and forth with a cute boy is as scary and thrilling as it gets. Maybe you do hope he'll "be gentle" and "do it slowly." And maybe that's really all Justin Bieber is talking about. I kinda doubt that's all the songwriters and producers and label marketing folks were thinking, but that kind of cynicism is not for little girls. Just us babysitters.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Dan Zanes Dance Party!
Maggie and Mikey and I seriously rocked out to an entire Dan Zanes album the other day. Jumps, rolls, kicks, spins, flops, sways. And then when I told them that one of my friends had been in Dan's touring band for a while, and that in fact, they had probably seen her when they went to his show, I was a little bit of a star for a minute, too.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
If I were a Dutch Nanny
Nanny Montana has been AWOL, sorry about that. Actually I was on tour in Europe, being an actual rock star for a change and I didn't have much to say about kids.
I loved being in Europe, the venues, audiences, food and beer were much better than I'm used to stateside. So I got to day-dreaming about what it would be like to live in, say, Amsterdam all the time. Would I be able to play music full time, or would I still need to babysit? And if I had to babysit, the kids would probably speak more languages than I do. And would I have to learn how to bike around the city with kids? Wow.
I loved being in Europe, the venues, audiences, food and beer were much better than I'm used to stateside. So I got to day-dreaming about what it would be like to live in, say, Amsterdam all the time. Would I be able to play music full time, or would I still need to babysit? And if I had to babysit, the kids would probably speak more languages than I do. And would I have to learn how to bike around the city with kids? Wow.
After that, I payed close attention to how people carried kids on bikes. It really freaked me out. No helmets! Sometimes the kids would just hang on the the back. Lots of people had one kid in front and one in back, or these really cool bikes that had a kind of wheelbarrow or stroller in front. I even saw a woman with a baby car-seat carrier bungie-corded to the fender rack. That baby couldn't even sit up. I can not imagine any American parent allowing me to ride with a baby like that. Cultural differences are so fascinating. I'd better start biking around by myself for a while, get my balance working, just in case I get huge in Holland.
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