Rebecca Kilgore

Knock wood, I hear that love is blind.

That's good, because the things I never see never seem to worry me.

I'm happy as the day is long.

I'm happy as the day is long.

You gave up your day job, what, just a couple of years ago?

That's correct.

I was working full-time, and it was getting to be too much with all the gigs I had at night, and it was clear that I had to make a decision.

I had the support of my boss and my colleagues, and they said, yes, do it.

So I quit my secretarial job.

No, I wish I did, and that's, boy, I wish I could just learn a song immediately, but I have to painstakingly play the melody on my guitar and sing along with it and read the notes and then read the lyrics and listen to it so I absorb it both with sight, sound, and playing it physically on the guitar.

It's a tedious procedure.

Well, Lush Life comes to mind, although I've never sung it and I don't even have any aspirations of singing it.

Ballerina.

Ballerina.

Oh boy, that took me a long time to learn.

Dance, ballerina, dance.

And do your pirouette in rhythm with your aching heart.

Dance, ballerina, dance.

You mustn't once forget a dancer has to dance the part.

It's not in the scale.