We've had another ice cold day here in Oklahoma---16 degrees to be exact! On days like this when you need to put on a parka just to open the front door to check the weather outside, I find myself greatly motivated to write.
I hope you enjoy a snippet from Chapter 10 of "Rock Angel."
The band begins to play. I sit frozen on my bar stool, like a winter bird on an unsure perch. But, soon the music begins to flow over me like a gentle breeze, and my rigid posture begins to relax. I recognize this song within the first two beats. The awkward feeling, that’s been hanging in the air like an invisible mist, begins to dissipate. There’s no them--- no me. It becomes “us” ---five musicians appreciating the art of sound together as one.
Matt and the boys seamlessly fall into the chorus of Pink Floyd’s, “Wish You Were Here.” I slide my leather guitar strap, that’s embroidered with purple butterflies, over my shoulder and position my baby Taylor in my lap like a mother adjusting her treasured child. Oh, how I love this tune. I’ve played it many times, alone in my room, wishing Mama was “here.”
*Excerpt from Rock Angel by Jody French~
Stay warm all!