So I was in. I was the drummer of a band. Something I’d dreamt of for years, and never really expected would happen. (If you’re picking up the story here, you may want to take a few minutes to read part 1, part 2 and part 3.)read more
When was the last time you achieved something you didn’t think yourself capable of?
Always go a little further into the water than you feel you’re capable of being in. Go a little bit out of your depth. And when you don’t feel that your feet are quite touching the bottom, you’re just about in the right place to do something exciting.”
– David Bowie
A fortnight ago, I told you how I’d decided 2017 would be a year of “musical performance”.read more
I must admit something. When I turned up to the Drummer Factory for the first time, part of me just wanted to prove to myself that there was little to my love for the drums. I thought “I’ll give this another shot and if I don’t enjoy it or if I’m really no good, I’ll put it all to bed.”
But fate threw the wrong teacher my way for that to happen. Enter Sass – an outstanding musician – a cross between Yoda, Jerry Seinfeld and Stewart Copeland (the drummer of the Police). The walls of his studio were covered in instruments – many which I still can’t name. I laid out all the reasons why I shouldn’t pursue drumming, felt terribly embarrassed at my lack of skills but before I knew it, I was playing again. Sass was just the teacher I needed. I couldn’t have been luckier. I wasn’t going to give up this time.read more
What were you dreams as a teenager? Did you aspire to become an actor? Maybe you wanted to be a famous singer, or a tennis champion? Maybe a ballerina? Or a famous chef? A TV host… or all of the above?
As the newsletter readers will know, I’ve been dying to share my latest adventure with you, but I was so scared I’d jinx it that I’ve held back until now. Until after the realisation of one of my greatest teenage dreams. And boy am I thrilled to finally tell you about it!
A few years ago, I handled a break up really badly. I left my boyfriend seven times in a year. Yep, seven! And each time, I was in pieces. The thing is, we got along like a house on fire. He thought I was great fun but didn’t want anything serious, so I’d leave him, he’d find it cute and then if he had no plans for the weekend, he’d sweep me off my feet again. I caved in every time. Every single time, my mind would erase the reasons why I’d broken up with him in the first place.read more
Do you ever wish someone could tell you exactly what steps to take next?
“Wow, Virgo!!! Just… wow!!!! THIS IS IT”, exclaims the fortune-teller. “July is going to be your month. Lucky you! I’ve never seen anything like this!”, she continues, overwhelmed with excitement at the sight of her Tarot card spread. My slightly random, unorthodox consultation at a summer festival has suddenly left me sizzling with anticipation.read more