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Confessions
of an Indiegirl:
Make Beautiful Music in
a Nice Dress
by Bari Koral |
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Make beautiful music in a nice dress….That is my new mantra. (This
has become a very expensive mantra, by the way).
I’m on the road, and this tour has been interesting to say the least.
Let’s see… The weather has been nice so I keep freaking out the
locals by doing yoga on footbridges on trails in national parks.
I certainly met some interesting people in North Carolina. I stayed
at a fancy Bed and Breakfast where breakfast was a very serious
affair. It was served at (gasp) 9am! What an ungodly hour for any
rock star in training.
Half unconscious, I was seated at the breakfast table and introduced
to the couple sitting across from me. I asked the man if he would
kindly pass the sugar. He gave me the bowl and then held on to my
hand. “Do you have Christ in your life?” he asked.
“What?!” I asked dumbfounded.
“Do you have Christ in your life?”
Well, I was in complete shock as no one had ever asked me that question
before in Temple, let alone at breakfast. I stammered.
“Uh, I’m from, like, Manhattan.” I grasped for the right words.
“And I eat bagels”.
I think this confused him. I ate as quickly as I could and then
ran off to my room.
And then, not but two days later I met another Preacher in North
Carolina, only this time in the hot tub! Really. I mean, what exactly
is the chance of meeting a Preacher in a hot tub? I just don’t think
of Preachers in swimming trunks, perspiring. Yuck. God, and I’m
like such a sinner. I had already smoked, drank and had racy text
messages with the golfer and it wasn’t even 10pm.
Speaking of the golfer, things are continuing nicely. We haven’t
exactly seen each other since we met (in a hot tub) in early September,
but it’s hard to see anyone when you are constantly in motion. Basically
our entire relationship exists via phone text messages now.
For example, I’ll be at Cracker Barrell for breakfast (served all
day) and the following will appear on my phone:
“where u?”
“am in Cracker Barrel. where u?”
“on golf course, about to putt. What are u wearing?”
“the only clothes acceptable at cracker barrel. lace stockings.”
This usually warrants a call.
I’ve never thought about it before, but it takes a lot to be a professional
athlete. Before I’ve even eaten an egg he’s already been out on
the course and jogged 10 miles.
He’ll often call at night while at the gym and talk to me in between
huffs and puffs from doing crunches. There’s nothing like dating
a professional athlete to make you feel really, really lazy.
Am I giving the wrong impression here? I actually do other things
other then soak in hot tubs and text message while on tour. I play
music. And I did have some very nice gigs this past month. I have
to say, I’ve got a very special place in my heart for North Dakota.
I can’t even walk down the streets of North Dakota without being
recognized (okay, that is not complete true but you get it). Now,
if I could just cultivate this sort of following a wee bit closer
to home, that would be really, really nice, but whatever.
I played in Nashville and it’s fun playing in Nashville because
folks hang on to every word (sometimes it’s almost like you can
SEE them physically hanging on to each word as their brow sort of
moves up and down like they really understand, agree and sympathize
with you. This can be just a little annoying at times because there
is so much brow action, but I try to go with it).
And this month marked the arrival of Graham, the Graham
Pattison all the way from London, England. Graham came
out to do sound and to open up the tour. Perhaps you’ve heard Sting’s
song “Englishman in New York” but I’m hard at work now on “Englishman
in Peru, Nebraska.”
Graham was very exotic and stuck out, to say the least. In Devils
Lake, North Dakota he freaked a K-Mart shop girl out completely
when he asked in a heavy English accent where he could find a pair
of knickers. She looked at him with her mouth wide open
and almost fainted.
Okay, well there will be more of Graham for next month (he broke
a guitar string at one gig and all the gals were fighting over it)
“It’s Mine!” “LET GO!” “It’s MINE!”… In the meantime I’m off to
Texas, a VERY big place where cowboys run free. Did I mention that
I love being on the road?
Of course, lucky for me I will be heading back there in December
(no joke) because my booking agents are apparently trying to kill
me. The first time I ever went to North Dakota I was covered up
in total mountain gear that would have kept someone alive on Mount
Everest for up to 8 days had the state of the art artic survival
gear complete with facemasks and high tech mittens. I was terrified
to get out of the car, and when I finally did it was over 35 degrees!
People were passing me wearing nothing but sweaters and jeans. I
looked like a total freak. Okay, wee bit over reaction perhaps…
Till next time. :) Bari
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To find out more about Bari Koral visit:
http://www.barikoral.com/ |
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Bari Koral is an international touring and recording artist. When
she's not traveling she divides her time between NYC and Woodstock,
NY. |
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