Published for Now Salt Lake on September 2nd 2011
A few years passed and I still wasn’t any good, but convinced myself I could be an amazing keyboardist. Remember this was the late ’80s and keyboard riffs were all the rage. I continued my music lessons and planned my rockstar future. I crimped my hair, spent my allowance on hot pink legwarmers and named my future band the Prozac Barbie Dolls. I didn’t fully understand the implications of the name, but loved how the word ‘Prozac’ sounded after seeing an article about it on the cover of one of my mother’s nursing magazines.
This was the year Santa brought me my own electric keyboard. Unfortunately he forgot to bring my mother a lifetime supply of Advil and Prozac and this was also the year I quit my piano lessons. My mother gave up her dream of a musician daughter, and I gave up my dream of becoming the lead singer of an all girl band.Seven years of lessons and thousands of dollars spent and all I got were a couple lousy mnemonic tools to remember piano scales. But wait! I also ended up with an appreciation for other girls who COULD rock.
Enter my fanatic girl band phase where I only listened to music from The Bangles. Eventually I moved on and started listening to additional all girl bands: 7 Year Bitch, Indigo Girls, Azure Ray, Spice Girls and Au Revoir Simone have all remained some of my favorites.
I wasn’t able to fulfill my mother’s dreams, but who knows, perhaps someday I’ll have my own daughter who aspires to be a musician. Until then, I’ll continue to listen to other women who rock.