i LOVE my yoga class.
it surprises me by being musically inspiring. the soundtrack to our practice is rock'n'roll, hip hop, old-school ballads. i often find my booty shakin'. when my teacher natalie recently challenged us to practice SOMEthing for 40 days, i chose to blow a decade and a half of dust off of the guitar i never learned to play. and learn to play. 7 days in and my fingertips hurt so good.
it's been a while since i've committed myself to learning something brand new. i forget how challenging it is to start from scratch, to be bad at something and to keep at it. i watch my one year old daughter do it every day - try and fail and try again. so i keep strummin'.
these are musical days: i saw the pixies last week and in a few days, among other bands at austin city limits, i'll see sonic youth and the flaming lips. the music of these 3 bands altered me, shaped me, blew my young mind. this weekend i get to plunk on my guitar then scoot down the street to hear the sweet sweet sounds of some of my musical heroes. ahhhh, austin.