BET and the Corner Cafe
Performing live on BET
And you have a bit of a picture about how I felt last night at the Corner Cafe. I signed up for slot 4, so I got to preview Wednesday night’s open mic talent before I had to take the stage. That is probably what unnerved me. I mean, I’ve had nerves before, but my hands haven’t visibly shook since I was singing in high school.
Let me paint this picture. Bleach blond hair, bright blue eyes, coach purse, shiny Takamine guitar and tormented love song lyrics that sounded Fisher Price next to the gold chain, diamond studded, “F-this,” “Mother F’er-that” stylings of the rap artists that preceded me.
I took the stage, pulled my Canadian flag strap over my head and settled into a boom-less mic. Hunched over (so as not to have my guitar hit the mic stand) I bashfully said into the mic “umm…I don’t rap.” At least I could make the audience smile 🙂
A shaky hand, a wobbly voice, and two songs later, I took my leave of the stage. Yet in spite of my nerves, there was something sweet about the union of music genres in that place. Something remarkable that even though this group of people weren’t necessarily into my “sound,” they took the time to respect it, and applauded when I finished; as I did theirs.
There is a movement here in the Lynchburg’s music scene that is refreshing. We are no longer a class of races, colors or music styles but a group of people who have something they want to share with the world and we’re willing to stand by each other while we do it. I may not have collected any new fans last night, but I did leave with a refreshed vision of the path music might be on. The world might do well to listen?