Guest blog by Katharine Fountain.
In first year of University I told my friend that I couldn’t play because my guitar would be too loud in the dorms. He randomly had this baby Fender amp and passed it on to me, I took it as a symbol of encouragement. The truth was that I didn’t really feel like playing guitar anymore after my brother passed away, because he had influenced my decision to start in the first place. It took me a while to realize that music was what I needed to heal.
A year after getting this amp I was playing again, 2 years after I was performing and now, 3 years later I am getting set to record.
Grit your teeth and toss a middle finger to the obstacles in life. Ultimately you are the only one responsible for your circumstances.
Katharine Fountain
Katharine what a woman you are. Thank you for your story. The death of my son by suicide changed me. The first year was the numbness and I have few memories except that I stopped having my hair cut and I moved to a lovely apartment. My home now looks more like a college students than that of a senior citizen. Gone are the dollies and tablecloths, lacey curtains and matching furniture. A purple couch, chairs that do not match and art that has been created by artist I know Native works are common. A change in friends and music and my favorite is joining the Historic Site called The Stone House the best part is I get to dress up in Regency style clothes. My everyday attire has changed as well as the books I buy. I visit our art gallery often, go to live theatre and lectures. My taste in movies also has changed. The last sentence you wrote helped me look honestly at the last 3 years and I really connected with it.