There’s no turning back now: my entry for the MORE Magazine Beauty Search is now up on their website. As I mentioned in my post last week, I wrote a song as my personal essay submission on “what makes you beautiful”. Due to formatting limitations, the song lyrics got squished into one long paragraph on my entry page, so I’ve posted them here where they will actually make sense. A demo of the song is also in the works
You can vote for me once a day through May 9. Stop by my friend Brenda’s page to vote for her as well! Finalists will be announced mid-May.
LOST: one authentic rattlesnake guitar strap
LAST SEEN: my home studio
RESPONDS TO: “whoa! awesome!”, “so cool”, or “the coolest”
REWARD: one original song, in the key of your choice
It was seven years ago, while attending the Smithville Bluegrass Jamboree in Smithville, TN, that I first laid eyes on the most beautiful guitar strap I’d ever seen. Of the festival’s highlights, which included a flatfoot dance contest and a hot rendition of “Boil Them Cabbage Down” by a 13-yr old fiddling champ, the silver-haired gentleman peddling handmade snakeskin accessories was the standout. One of his many goods was an Alabama Rattlesnake guitar strap. I was in love. But the strap was, understandably, fairly expensive, and so I left the Jamboree strapless* and with a heavy sigh. Fortunately for me, I was attending the fest with my doting Dad, who observed my googly-eyed reaction to said strap and covertly got the vendor’s phone number. A full six months later at Christmas, lo and behold, I unwrapped a rattlesnake strap of my very own (dads really do knock it out of the park sometimes).
About two weeks ago I noticed my beloved strap was missing. I have searched every guitar case, every corner of my apartment, my car: no strap. My deep dread is that I somehow left it at a gig. If that is the case, it is probably gone forever. But I am still hoping against hope that it miraculously appears in my laundry basket.
*not this kind
image courtesy of http://snakeskinstraps.com/