tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077637432761981412011-09-13T11:05:00.131-06:00Totally eclipsing hearts since 2003...GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-21300138749627006902011-09-13T09:04:00.008-06:002011-09-13T11:05:00.146-06:00

Oh, I love my Rosie childShe got the way to make me happyYou and me, we go in styleCracklin' Rosie you're a store-bought womanYou make me sing like a guitar hummin'So hang on to me, girlOur song keeps runnin' onPlay it nowPlay it nowPlay it now, my baby--"Cracklin' Rosie," by Neil DiamondThis is the song I woke up with. Didn't hear it yesterday or this week or even within the most remote

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GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-3883788253096744402010-10-27T10:12:00.004-06:002010-10-27T12:53:06.348-06:00

Still managing to eat right. Still cooking or preparing nearly every meal. My trip to Texas this past week was a combo of my normal plan and improvisation, and included having my grandparents' menudo (the BEST bowl of menudo in the world), along with my grandma's tortillas, thankyouverymuch. I managed to have only one tortilla with my bowl and didn't feel deprived at all. (Usually, I'd have at

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-59644178033383351522010-10-05T16:00:00.001-06:002010-10-06T09:44:29.416-06:00

Exactly one week ago, I couldn't imagine how I would make it through the rest of the week. I pictured myself, lying in an alley, passed out with an empty Lamar's Donuts box over my face and the awful stench of failure surrounding me.But I did it, I went the week (with a minor adjustment to make room for life on Thursday night). The reset ended Friday evening and then I was released into the wild,

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-19556964090089337212010-09-28T12:47:00.004-06:002010-09-28T18:25:47.496-06:00

I've been eating ANYTHING that fits in my mouth. And I've been wishing (as if I have no control over these matters) that I could just clear the slate and start over with my habits. I've done it before (at least twice), but it seems that this proposition gets harder every time.Enter: my pal C, who, on a trip to Aspen to celebrate our pal Julie's birthday, got us all geeked up to do a Reset. Man.

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-59051740463226253162010-09-02T16:38:00.004-06:002010-09-28T12:40:35.150-06:00

Remember my post about El DeBarge? Of course you don't. But even so, this is still exciting and bizarre news: According to Denver Post's REVERB, he is coming to Denver! With Mary J. Blige! (I mean, duh, right? Those two: Like peas in a damn pod, I tell you.) El. De.Barge. C'mon, y'all. Don't even try to deny your excitement."When you feel like the world is on your shouldersAnd all of the madness

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-32905024939725652692010-08-17T13:52:00.004-06:002010-08-17T15:00:46.929-06:00

Pitiful.I just logged in to this blog to link to my little sister's new blog and saw what state the ol' RWS is in.Pitiful.For 2.5 seconds I felt okay about the fact that I haven't posted ONE TIME all year because I know I've been posting to my Tumblr. But then I looked at that real quick and it's been four months.Pitiful.Here are some random facts about RIGHT NOW, August 17th, 2010:1. My grandpa

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-26959736948514961952009-12-18T13:09:00.003-07:002009-12-18T13:27:14.063-07:00

Tonight, I'll be performing in Mare Trevathan and Melanie Owen-Padilla's wayward holiday brainchild, BALLS! It's part variety show, part living room party. I can't wait to see what they've cooked up!Speaking of cooking, I plan to refer to this very, very yummy recipe by Giada De Laurentiis just before I perform "The Christmas Song," by Mel Torme, with Jimmy Ruberto on the upright bass. (A dream

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-80428713892756911962009-12-01T13:44:00.004-07:002009-12-01T13:46:09.775-07:00

"What are we doing in rehearsal? What are we striving for? What is the point of all the discipline, hard work and training? The preparation and sweating and memorizing and studying is not the point, rather it is the indispensable discipline and sweat that endows upon us the permission to take up space and make wild, surprising and untamed choices."I love this woman.Read more from Anne Bogart here

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-23782577984871675052009-11-06T13:07:00.005-07:002009-11-06T13:52:34.939-07:00

Why is it that, for almost all of 2009, I've had almost nothing to blog about? Meaning, I can think of nothing to write that anyone else would be remotely interested in reading.My job's... jobby. So, yeah. Oh, and I took a hiatus from big theatrical projects this year. And I don't have any family in crisis. Well, no crisis that I could share publicly. That is, until I write my tell-all memoirs

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-70259486351868566722009-04-28T18:37:00.002-06:002009-04-28T18:46:55.730-06:00

I don't care.Don't care that my husband calls it"Jesus chicken,"And my friend from IndianaSays it brings back lame, mallrat memories.I love Chik-fil-A.I love its waffle fries.And its pickles.And its sweet tea.And its lemon pie in a weird platic triangle.So there.

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-29086643828214029282009-03-31T01:15:00.005-06:002009-03-31T01:32:53.596-06:00

Tonight was a great night at Freak Train. It's too bad that I'm not A/V savvy enough to get some YouTube action going so you can all see it. My cousin Chad, who lives in Austin, has caught the show when he's visited Denver, and has fervently requested that we stream the video live on the night of the show.What a great idea.Who will do this?In the meantime, you'll just have to trust me: If you're

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-63189548471929184572009-03-05T10:31:00.006-07:002009-03-05T11:02:35.647-07:00

This has never happened to me before.I am stunned and paralyzed.I always get to be "GerRee." Always. Does that make me spoiled? Yes. But I earned this. I endured teasing and countless mispronunciations and misspellings of my name all throughout childhood. WITHOUT self-righteous, corrective response from me, mind you. But, by the time we all went wired, and everyone was having to use handles like

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-29915849458669913582009-02-07T15:49:00.003-07:002009-02-08T09:06:28.947-07:00

So, update: The cards raised over $1,000 for my dad. Thank you so much, Jen, for all your dedication to this project! And thanks to Cheryl and Lauren for helping us sell. And to everyone who bought them. I hope your families and friends enjoyed receiving our original designs. Jed will be selling them again next holiday season and pledges that all proceeds for these designs will again go to Dad

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-90053872788671971622008-11-11T16:47:00.006-07:002008-11-11T17:02:25.213-07:00

HEY! Looky what I did with my friend Jen! (Go ahead. Click it.)

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-25405825559737802032008-08-30T21:13:00.005-06:002008-08-31T14:17:25.687-06:00

I just spent a little time with my grandma. She told me of my grandpa's family's trials and tribulations in the the early thirties. After my great-great-grandfather Max Lopez died, his wife Benedicta, who didn't speak English, was worried she wouldn't be able to hold her own with the bolios. So, although her son, my great-grandfather Emmanuel and his wife Maria were well-suited to continue the

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-40496164489664792592008-07-07T11:12:00.003-06:002008-07-07T11:19:47.970-06:00

Short story: My father is in the Burn ICU at Parkland Memorial Hospital in Dallas, TX after suffering injuries in a fire at his home. He is very slowly recovering, and we are hopeful. My brother and sister were not home at the time, so only Dad and Asia's dog Scout were in the house. (The other two dogs were outside. Scout didn't make it.) I am here until my father improves enough that I can be

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-10815519212736376492008-06-17T14:54:00.003-06:002008-06-17T15:00:46.034-06:00

Sometimes, nothing is more compelling than hearing it from the horse's mouth.

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-23046262513025414352008-06-13T10:41:00.020-06:002008-06-17T15:46:44.537-06:00

Click here to launch the myspace page that hosts two covers I recorded of Hank Williams' "Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You" and Steve Earle's "Nothing Without You" (dedicated to my boyfriend yLee, who included the original on our wedding CD.) I'm trying to find "my voice." The Hank Williams tune is an example of just trying to sing not like I've heard the song sung by others (or myself

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-50157556665352225722008-04-28T15:49:00.006-06:002008-04-28T16:14:32.942-06:00

I keep coming across opportunities to refer friends to this excerpt from Anne Lamott's Traveling Mercies and it finally occured to me to just stick it here so I never have to look for it again.Carolyn Myss, the medical intuitive who writes and lectures about why people don't heal, flew to Russia a few years ago to give some lectures. Everything that could go wrong did - flights were canceled or

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-42364250700705473292008-04-07T10:22:00.001-06:002008-04-07T10:26:59.273-06:00

Last weekend, I got the thrill of playing a waitress in a big undertaking for some theatre/film pals of mine. See some pics of the shoot and the project in general, along with a little writeup in The Denver Post here.For more about Listen Productions, visite www.listenproductions.com

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-13426475516217683122008-02-22T14:37:00.006-07:002008-03-17T09:02:59.169-06:00

I recently received word from Tess and Page Phillips about the final numbers for their fundraising efforts for the Cash Scanlon-Phillips Healing Garden at Denver Children's Hospital.Here's an excerpt of their letter:Well it's been one month since The Railbenders and Long Road Home played their hearts out for our garden fund. And it's been one month since all of you poured yourselves into helping

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-20402141982228878002008-02-21T15:58:00.004-07:002008-02-21T16:21:08.366-07:00

Upon gobbling up the newly purchased cherry sours of a fellow cube-mate, we all reveled in the old-school flavor, mmmm-ing and yumming aloud in the middle of our cubicle row.Then my friend Julie made me nearly snort masticated cherry goo through my nose when she said with a pensive look on her face, after being quite silent for a moment, "These employ new sour technology."She remembers them being

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-47857919443813510272008-01-29T10:18:00.000-07:002008-01-29T10:20:18.308-07:00

Okay.It's gone.I think I left it in the sink and now, I'm sunk.Without my mug.I need it.I get super powers from it.(Only me, not you. Get your own mug.)It calms me.And I'm not calm now.Just ask Matt.So, please, please, please.If you see anyone with my dimpled, turquoise mug,Call x150 and I'll come running.You don't have to do any of the dirty work.Just call.And say you know where it is.I'll take

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-26670759451767289742007-11-10T15:45:00.000-07:002007-11-10T17:44:40.800-07:00

Over and over again, I am reminded how very NOT alone we are here on this vast earth. This life, despite the hundreds of thousands of buzzing bodies that seem to swarm around an uncertain center, can just feel so isolatory sometimes. And then the natural courses of our lives bring us to junctures, points of choice. Do I raise my hand? To say help me? Or do I go quietly to the darkest corners of

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-64276711179776105712007-11-10T07:30:00.000-07:002007-11-10T15:45:11.785-07:00

I should've put this link up a while back, but I've been off my blogger. So, now that this is about ME, how appropo that I should remember to blog, yes? (Jeez.)Denver Post critic John Moore conducted several interviews with the cast of Macbeth before it opened. A different one has launched weekly during the weeks just prior to and all during the run. I'm featured in this week's:http://

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-69943108806996585092007-10-21T20:43:00.000-06:002007-10-21T21:46:36.110-06:00

It has been four weeks of a grueling schedule. Of very long hours that began at 5 and 6 am on weekday mornings and often did not end until after eleven -- or later, if I went to the Breakfast King to work on lines afterward. (Big shout out to all the waitresses there who were patient with me as I muttered to myself, drank a few cups of coffee and always ordered a fried egg sandwich with a to-go

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-59678513193479068572007-10-16T11:06:00.000-06:002007-10-16T11:32:06.865-06:00

Holy crap.I'm not even going to pretend that I'm some diehard Rockies fan who's "earned" the right to cheer, but I've gone to my fair share of Rockies games. I've enjoyed the beer and the atmosphere. I love a good day at the ballpark.Even if 80% of the time I went, they lost - no matter. Sunshine, peanuts, friends. Lee. All good.But, BOOYAH.Sweet miracle of baseball fairytales.Hallelujah,

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-76325020998625903682007-10-11T22:40:00.000-06:002007-10-11T22:56:02.834-06:00

Oh, wow.I really, really outdid myself tonight.Like, I could not get a foothold to save my life.Imprecise, scatterbrained, unmotivated, uncentered.Awful.So here I sit, with my pansy-ass pour of whiskey.Sipping.Sipping.Hoping she will come back to me.Banquo. Come back.I'm sorry I started worrying about your belt and your vest and your stupid wineskin. And whether or not I looked cool holding your

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-89508177246431494122007-10-10T10:53:00.000-06:002007-10-10T12:15:55.671-06:00

I woke up with the sound of Mr. Rogers singing to me. Not from the TV, mind you. In my head.I don't mean that I woke up with a song in my head. I mean that I woke up with the distinct feeling that Mr. Rogers was singing to ME. Like, helping me get up. Encouraging me.It's such a good feelingTo know you're aliveIt's such a happy feelingYou're growing insideAnd when you wake up, ready to say:"I

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-16336032184087391132007-09-29T09:30:00.000-06:002007-10-10T10:53:26.232-06:00

two pieces of bread,two eggs,a frying pan,a knife,and butter.crispy friedtoasty lovebroken yolksspill yellowspread joy.conversation over coffeewith eggs in a basket.

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-20575355223046192412007-09-19T22:08:00.000-06:002007-10-10T10:52:56.317-06:00

Don't you hate it when your debit card gets declined in front of people (or even not in front of people) and it's only because you made a transfer to another account that you should have been using instead?Feh.I need an accountant.

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-85611052239234019602007-09-11T16:18:00.001-06:002007-09-11T17:23:09.192-06:00

This girl has noticed the kissy face phenomenon as well. She calls them "K.F. makers." She seems to have strong feelings about it. But she's very clear that she's not hating on the actual girls in the pictures, just their durned KFs.Maybe we'll reflect back on this time and the place that kissy face holds in society will be like the stoic face that people were forced to hold when they were

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-55522408121429520282007-09-10T15:46:00.001-06:002007-10-10T10:52:21.713-06:00

Okay, so I could've sworn that when Angela switched from teaching high school to junior high, she had to switch from teaching theatre to speech.I was wrong.I was SO wrong, in fact, that I got an earful about it.Believe me, Angela. I know that even IF you were a speech teacher, you would still be a theatre arts teacher deep down. But, as it turns out, you are a theatre arts teacher, both inside

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-39266295215994495802007-09-07T17:35:00.000-06:002007-09-10T15:11:17.094-06:00

So, as usual, we're wrapping up a trip and I'm looking at our photos and thinking, seriously? That's all I've taken? Quel disappointment.But that's okay. I lived it.On the night before our friends' wedding, we all went to this great Tiki bar in Portland called the Alibi. There's no website for it (!), but you can google it and get plenty of references to it. Here's a tiki connoisseur's take on

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-34994451251391772152007-09-03T12:18:00.000-06:002007-09-10T15:08:28.795-06:00

Here I am. Up in my father-in-law's tiny "office," in a little farmhouse in Sedro-Woolley, WA. The birds are tweeting outside, the cows, newly separated from their calves are bellowing, "Hey, asshole! You left my baby on the wrong side of the fence," and my husband is huffing up the staircase with our luggage...Ahhh....We're home.There's just something about being here. It makes me want to write.

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-23753135634509136252007-08-28T21:06:00.000-06:002007-09-10T15:08:56.779-06:00

Here's the deal.I skimmed a book in the bookstore earlier today called Skinny Bitch. And, apart from being funny and frank (which I like) it also promotes a vegan diet (which I don't like.)Not because I believe veganism is wrong. How could one argue that? But because I LOVE MEAT. I love eating it. And I don't want to be told I'm a fool to like it. Or eggs. Or dairy.I know, I know. I've been

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-81600768608414188002007-08-23T17:53:00.000-06:002007-09-10T15:09:40.188-06:00

For the last week or so, I'd been noticing a weird sort of irritation around the back of my left wrist. Then, on Tuesday, I just happened to look down at it and was shocked to find I have a weird lump on it.I called the doctor to make an appointment. Well, I called the appointment lady (Kaiser patients call the appointment line. No talky to your doctor's office.) And she said he wasn't available

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-86506401662362161522007-08-22T10:32:00.000-06:002007-09-10T15:10:04.246-06:00

So, I had to write about this even though I should be writing about software. Today at work we had our usual status meeting. And, I have to say, even though status meetings are supposed to be boring, I really like the people I work with, so our meetings always have a kookiness to them that keep them from being completely mind-numbing. We always get off the subject at some point and today was no

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-35278814978200944852007-08-19T08:57:00.000-06:002007-09-10T15:10:17.798-06:00

I had an elaborate dream last night, and when I awoke, I felt as if I'd slept for days. In a good way.Can't verbalize all of it, but one part I can retell is this: My friend and her daughter (real life people, not dream life people) played a duet. The little girl played the drums and the mom played the piano. (I don't think either of them play an instrument in real life, but I could be wrong.)

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-1318651807104816902007-08-18T23:30:00.000-06:002007-09-10T15:10:39.102-06:00

That thing where I fight a little against getting older.I just spent ten minutes fishing through the hair on my temples for silver hairs and then carefully separating them from the darker herd and mercilessly plucking them out of my scalp.I used to say to people complaining about their grey hairs, "I think I'm going to like when my hair starts to go grey. I'll finally have some character. I hate

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-62054226541146156282007-08-17T14:55:00.000-06:002007-10-10T10:51:24.502-06:00

I feel kinda weird continuing a blog of this title, but I love it so much that I don't want to let it go. So, despite the fact that I don't sing with the wedding variety band anymore... I'm keepin' the blog. And I'll write about performances in general, which could be anything from singing the occasional wedding with my fabulous friends at AdHoc, or a play I'm in, like the upcoming MacB, or even

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-43784245113522412212007-08-14T02:07:00.000-06:002007-08-18T19:30:19.160-06:00

Wow.My friend Lisa and I have been talking about doing a little writing project together. Let's just say that we figured out that we have a collection of similar material and we think it might all add up to something good. So, I went tripping through my writing archives today and whooo boy.I am SO glad I'm not dating any more. Why do women torture themselves over men they have no business being

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-35432156941381804162007-03-04T14:56:00.000-07:002009-03-20T14:00:12.934-06:00

Where can you go to eat free food, free cake, hear free music, and be truly annoyed despite all the goodies?No! Not weddings. (Shame on you!)Wedding fairs.Listen. They're a necessary evil. Planning a wedding, very likely, is an exercise in extreme imagination for you because, chances are, you've never done it before. That's what makes wedding fairs so great. You can see, hear, and taste the

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-39408405575001847082007-02-02T22:45:00.000-07:002009-03-20T14:00:12.935-06:00

Weddings are fun. Or not. It's a combination of things that makes a wedding a good time: fun family and friends, a bride ready to roll with the punches, a good seating chart, booze, a decent band - ahem. Here's a few things I've noticed from the bandstand along the way:1. Don't keep the guests waiting too long while you get your picture taken. I'm not saying you can't have all the pictures you

GerReehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06662436737159641971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307763743276198141.post-62070401321137546262007-01-11T21:54:00.000-07:002009-03-20T14:00:12.936-06:00

So, wedding singing is not, as it turns out, just something I'm doing for a few months to help a friend, or earn some Christmas cash, or tide me over until I start a "real" band.Nope. I've been singing at weddings for over three years now.Three years of watching brides and brides' mothers cry when I sing Celine Dion songs. Three years of watching people all but ignore Luke, our fantastic guitar

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