I am new to the blog world. Long ago, I used to write a weekly music column. I thought if I could commit to something like a column, it would be similar. No matter what you do, as long as you stay dedicated to it, it will work. I wanted to write most of my life. I started sitting down with a pen in hand by the time I was nine. Half into my bachelor’s degree, I took an internship that diverted my course of studies. Instead, of more school, I fell for that rock n roll and somewhere along the way. When I found myself at the Crossroads and sold my soul to the blues.
My published career started as an intern with a column that was offered to me by my editor. It was called “Bea Flatte.” I let readers know what was happening on the local club scene. I wrote for The Aquarian Weekly, in Montclair NJ. It covered most of North Jersey and New York music scene and it was published weekly. It hit newsstands every Thursday. After my internship ended, so did my time at the paper. It was upsetting to me. I put up quite a fuss and so did my fan base. I asked them to write my editor and demand that I come back. He called me a few weeks later and offered me a blues column called “Boogie ‘n’ Blues.” That allowed me an opportunity of a lifetime; covering the regional and national blues scene for 4.5 years.
I would also add a local feature called “Backyard Boogie n Blues” that kept the spotlight on the local stages for The EC Rocker, one of several sister publications published by the Arts Weekly, Inc.
Not long into my internship, I covered a show and met a band that I would later marry (of course without a ceremony or formal vow exchange). It almost seemed like a natural progression, being so close to the music on a daily basis, it was only a matter of time before I found what I had long searched for; and I found it at a blues festival in Stanhope NJ. Working for Teddy Young, who at the time was known as The Young Gun would consume an amazing 12 years of memoirs and interesting travels.
Writing about live music and venues that supported it was a fun way to make a living when responsibilities were slight and life was simple and free. This is what I term, the BM time of life… Before Matthew. When I got pregnant it did not seem fitting to keep hanging around the bars and watering holes of the world, when there were lullabies to sing and stories to be read at home. I slowly gave up, piece by piece, of my fun life, as my stomach expanded and my dreams and realities changed.
I went from writing for newspapers to selling advertisements for them. Another thing, which changed was that I also went from actively managing a band to writing only press releases and bio content. Nothing about the transformation was easy, but I knew it would certainly be worth my efforts if I turned my attention and focus towards the blessing that was to be my son Matthew.
Today marks my return to writing about music. Matthew never dampened my dreams, he actually offered me another dream. Motherhood is one life I never thought I would live. Life really is pretty amazing. I think it is all about how you process it. You have to make it the best it can be. If you do that and then share it with others because you have a rich life.
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