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Music:
...... ........BLACK LABEL SOCIETY....The best band EVER!!! Brian Setzer kicks ass, Bonnie Raitt, LOVE 80's rock (cheezy as it may be)(...nothin like the good ol days...huh Heather!?!) Pantera, Primus, Skid Row, Tesla, Johnny Cash, Hank Jr, G n R, Aerosmith, Nuge, Motley Crue, Waylon, Willie, Metallica (anything before ...And justice) Matchbox 20, Nelly, Kid Rock, Dope, Eminem, Saliva, Pink, OMG...I need to stop now, it's pointless cuz I could go on forever and a day Hell, I like it all...well, almost. (I can't take opera, & I've actually tried!) I was raised on country (in it's many varieties), blues, jazz, old old rock, motown, big band, funk, and all the 'storytellers'...(thanks Dad) My favorite music just depends on the mood I'm in at the time....If that is fickle then so be it. (though I prefer to think of it as being well rounded. ha ha )
Movies:
......AND A MONSTER HAS BEEN CREATED
....and considering there has been another years worth of work done since that last pic was taken, I still can't seem to get her finished!!!
Heroes:
First and foremost...My Dad...Bobby Ward. He gave me the gift of music, and the ability to see past "style & popularity" and to REALLY LISTEN. There's always a song playing in my head and I can't remember a time of my life when there hasn't been. He always said music could get you thru anything and I do believe he was right. I learned alot the first 12 years of my life, sitting on the doghouse of the bus mile after mile.....And so much afterwards. Dad fed, clothed, and housed his family his WHOLE LIFE... as a musician. That is who he was, who he wanted to be, what he loved, and something he never compromised....all the way to the end. Even when it went from lobster dinners being common place to the times when it was Ramen noodles and hot dogs for days. I learned about getting by. (maybe this is what he meant when he told me as a teenager, don't date musicians, they're bad news....)(i'll ponder this at a later date) He also taught me to stand up for myself and what I believe in, no matter what others think. He taught me to not take shit from anyone, and not to kiss anyones ass. He taught me to be self sufficient. He taught me to sing, fight, drink, cook, drive, change a tire, and that wd-40 will temporarily seal dampness out of a a cracked distributor cap, how 2 ride a motorcycle, how to pack 10lbs of gear in a 5lb box, the wonders of duck tape, spray paint, & drywall screws (with these 3 items and cold beer, u can fix anything)He taught me it was ok to make mistakes, and how to laugh em off (he had a joke 4 everything)He held my hair when I came home as a drunk puking teenager, and then waited till I was sober enough to remember it, before he gave me the ass kickin I deserved. He taught me that me being a girl doesn't mean I can't do what I want to, whether it's deemed "proper" or not. He also tried to prepare me for the fact that if you make choices or do things that "aren't proper" you're probably gonna have to spend alot of time defending your choices. (right wrong or otherwise)And that if you wanna play with the boys, u better be tough. More than anything he just tried to teach me that I could and should have the ability to take care of myself without being dependent on someone else for my well-being. He was my best friend, biggest fan, worst critic, and my voice of reason. I will forever be Daddys Little Girl....Thank you Dad for making sure that there will always be a song in my heart.
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