My Virtual Tip Jar
I miss playing out, miss teaching, miss you! During our "Stay At Home" I'm accepting donations, a dollar or two, it's all up to you ~ Namaste. #girlwithguitar paypal.me/katrinacurtissmusic
I miss playing out, miss teaching, miss you! During our "Stay At Home" I'm accepting donations, a dollar or two, it's all up to you ~ Namaste. #girlwithguitar paypal.me/katrinacurtissmusic
She left it on the kitchen table Then went to grab a bite When she came back it was gone She knew that something wasn’t right. She went back to grab her drink She didn’t know what to think It was not where she left it at She blamed the…
Something happened yesterday during a gig that never happened before. My mom died in 1981, so I was a bit taken back. But then I remembered how she use to come to my early gigs and sit there, often telling other patrons, “Shhhhh, that’s my daughter.”
Wanting to do something different filled with fear Wishing for the times of Quaaludes and beer Altered perception, the choice of deception Thinking of life’s constant rejection. Trying to reach for the brass ring Focused on something that means everything A dream, a dollar, what is the cost? Of capturing…
She asked her mama Who loved her so “Is it alright for me to go?”
So sleep with the angels upon this night Without regrets, may God hold you tight You are the greatest gift given to earth As together we celebrate Jesus’ birth.
I learned guitar back in 1975, on A broken piece of wood that was “gifted” to me.
It is the usual way of each of us To wonder if the passing year Saw the best of us.
People will come and people will go Much like the melting of snow.
She spent the same on every child It was her way to be She thought it was important To treat them equally. A dollar here, a dollar there Measuring the coins that remained Putting treasures in her cart Silently whispering their names. Happy with her treasures She hid them in…
When you wish upon a star Think about where you really are Is there ground beneath your feet? Do you have enough to eat? Wishes come from everywhere Some carelessly tossed here and there Wanting things before your eyes Wanting riches to the skies But somewhere a wish is sent…