Guest blogger is Loralee Anderson, a character from my novel, DEATH BY GRAMMY
It’s good to be back. Blogging once every third week is starting to get old, but since I’m not the author I don’t get a vote in frequency. In fact, I’m reminded I’m lucky to be here at all and can be shelved at any time, so I guess I’d better keep my comments to myself.
Kay’s researching a new book, but I’m not allowed to tell you anything about it either. I swear the list about what I can’t say on here grows longer every time it’s my turn to post. I wonder if Nan and Emma have lists or if she’s just picking on me. I’m making a note to ask them. Pretty soon my what I can’t say list is gonna be longer than the what I can say one.
I guess I’ll play it safe (I know that’s a new one) and just talk about me (ok, so that’s not so new -ha ha).
Let’s see . . . I went shopping for some new boots this weekend. Boots are big in Nashville, even in the middle of the summer. Girls (and women) of all ages wear them with every sort of outfit you can imagine from short shorts to wedding gowns. Of course, I’m talking about western boots, not those prissy things Nan and Emma like to wear in the wintertime.
I only buy really good quality ones and I’ve got an even dozen pair now. If you spend a little extra money, you can get some that’ll last a lifetime and be comfortable to boot. Get it, to boot? I’m on a roll today. Too bad I don’t have a gig somewhere.
I not with a band; at least not full-time. People seem to look at this red hair and think I’ll be trouble or something, but I’m no more temperamental than your next starving artist. Better than most, in fact. Lots of singers are redheads. Look at Wynonna Judd, for example. She’s a redhead. On second thought, maybe that’s not a good example.
Have you heard about the new TV show called Nashville? ABC picked it up and it debuts October 10th. A gal named Connie Britton plays the lead. You may remember her from Spin City with Michael J. Fox. She’s a redhead–well, sort-of. Nan could sure brighten it up for her. Anyway, the show is about an aging singer and an up and coming singer competing for the same audience. They’ve filmed all over town–since March. In fact, guess who was an extra at one of the shoots. Yep, yours truly. I may end up on the editing floor (I hope not), but they hired locals as extras. It was long, hot days, but to be in the middle of the excitement, was worth every drop of sweat. I took my guitar and was going to sing while we waited around, but they took it and wouldn’t give it back until the end of the day. I guess the stars didn’t want any competition from real Nashvillians.
I’m real excited about the show ’cause then maybe people will see Nashville’s not the hick town everybody seems to think it is. We’ve got culture. We’ve just got country too…and professional football and hockey. We’re a real gem. Of course, the problem is folks might see how great it is here and move here in groves and then what would we do? We’d rather have lots of tourists, not lots of newcomers.
Well, I was supposed to be limited to 500 words and I’ve already gone over (I told you she had a list of rules!) so I better stop for today. Mark your calendar for the debut of Nashville on October 10 and look for me. I’ll be in one of the Bluebird Cafe scenes and in a couple of crowd scenes. I’m tallish and have red hair. Oh, and I’ll be wearing bright red boots.