Isabel doesn't just want to be a fan of music, and certainly not just a groupie. No, she is pretty into the idea of playing music herself. Writing, singing and performing it too. Just "like Jem!" of Jem and The Holograms 1980s fame. As a mother who fights the pointless fight of the commercial princess invasion, I'd take Jem over Barbie and the Disney blondes any day. Don't get me wrong, she still loves Snow White and Sleeping Beauty ( I do too!) but I am proud to say that when she dresses up and dances around singing, it's pretty original material, with style and flare all her own. Girls can be princesses, but they should be unique in all the land! Princesses that do stuff and are creative, not just pretty and in need of saving. The other day, we stopped by one of her Daddy's sound checks at a club on Sunset. She was thrilled to"help out" on stage, mostly by dancing and knocking a microphone down. Backstage, the smell of stale beer hung appropriately in the thick air of the small trailer. The walls were rock stickers gone wild. Cool! Sure- she might grow up to be a math teacher, but it's hard not to notice the light in her eyes fire up, as she starts to compose her next song. This one is a song for guitar. Scratch that. Indian tanpora!
Isabel doesn't just want to be a fan of music, and certainly not just a groupie. No, she is pretty into the idea of playing music herself. Writing, singing and performing it too. Just "like Jem!" of Jem and The Holograms 1980s fame. As a mother who fights the pointless fight of the commercial princess invasion, I'd take Jem over Barbie and the Disney blondes any day. Don't get me wrong, she still loves Snow White and Sleeping Beauty ( I do too!) but I am proud to say that when she dresses up and dances around singing, it's pretty original material, with style and flare all her own. Girls can be princesses, but they should be unique in all the land! Princesses that do stuff and are creative, not just pretty and in need of saving. The other day, we stopped by one of her Daddy's sound checks at a club on Sunset. She was thrilled to"help out" on stage, mostly by dancing and knocking a microphone down. Backstage, the smell of stale beer hung appropriately in the thick air of the small trailer. The walls were rock stickers gone wild. Cool! Sure- she might grow up to be a math teacher, but it's hard not to notice the light in her eyes fire up, as she starts to compose her next song. This one is a song for guitar. Scratch that. Indian tanpora!
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