We Gather Together

My computer works.

Not a particularly noteworthy announcement from a blogger, I know.  But being without my computer for weeks makes these words sing off the screen with all the vibrato of a Wagnerian soprano.  Sing it with me, “Maaaai com-pu-tor wo-(trilled r)-ks-ah!”

With more crashing fatigue than its user, my machine refused to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time until finally deciding to take a two-month-long nap.  I don’t know what woke it from its slumber, but it seems to be up to working 85 – 90 % of the time now.  I’ll type fast just to be safe.

I’ve had these few months to consider the tortures virus writers should endure.  I naturally find cruel and unusual punishment abhorrent, but my recent fantasies have included images of stripping said offenders naked in public where they’re met by Lorenzo Lamas and a laser pointer, Charlie Sheen and an Epilady Classic, and Joey Lawrence and over-the-counter cans of spray tan.  Although I can’t be certain it was a virus that caused the trouble, it still seems good policy.

Anyway, I’m happy to get to post something before Thanksgiving arrives.  Fingers crossed, I’ll be back with more after my tryptophan-induced holiday rest.  I hope you enjoy my new arrangement of “We Gather Together.”


– Anita, Noted in Nashville


You’re Not ‘The One That Got Away’

Well, hello there!  It’s been a while.  I’ve enjoyed catching up on your blogs this week.  Thank you for making me feel missed and welcomed back.

There are many, many songs written about “the one that got away.”  But what about the one that didn’t?  And by that I mean, what about the one that didn’t, but you wish had?!  Here’s a song I wrote on that subject a few years ago.

My inner grammar cop compels me to point out the flaw in the title.  But no one says, “the one who got away” now do they?  So artistic license wins over language laws this time – like a lot of times.  In fact, anytime you find an error in my writing, just chalk it up to “artistic license.”  Oh yeah, I totally meant to do that. . .

Have a great weekend!

– Anita, Noted in Nashville

“Just Too Fine”


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“Just Too Fine” I’m a big Randy Newman fan.  I love his weird sense of humor and the unexpected turns his music and lyrics take.  His song “You Can Leave Your Hat On” is simultaneously sexy and silly – a … Continue reading

“Poor Wayfaring Stranger”


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“Poor Wayfaring Stranger” I remember singing this for my church when I was twelve.  I was raised in the Church of Christ, so that meant no piano, no guitar, no nothin’ but me and my voice in front of the … Continue reading

Dial In


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Dial In Before I go any further, I have a bit of business I need to clear up from last week’s post, “Pitch, Pitch, Pitch.”  Jake The Cat would like me to make the record clear that he has never, … Continue reading

“Super Turkey” Featuring Lanie Draughon


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“Super Turkey” Featuring Lanie Draughon This is why I still teach.  I may not keep the schedule I used to.  I may never teach 40 students a week again.  But I don’t need that anymore.  The few students I have … Continue reading

No, it’s Not an Accordion!: Original Music by Noted in Nashville


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No, it’s Not an Accordion!: Original Music by Noted in Nashville When I recorded my first CD, I answered two questions on a regular basis. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Sandra Bullock? Is that an accordion … Continue reading

I’m Anita

Genesis I'm Anita Noted in Nashville

I’m Anita.  If you believe everything you read in yearbooks, like the one I’m seen signing in this picture, this eighth-grade version of me is sweet, sweet, sweet, nice, pretty, a great friend, a good listener, sweet, sweet, and a wonderful singer.  If you believe my favorite middle school English teacher Mrs. King, I’m also a good writer.

In the high school and college years to come, Mrs. King’s opinion was shared by other English and writing teachers.  I wrote.  I wrote to please my teachers.   I wrote because I was asked to for a grade.  My focus, however, was music.  I was a singer.  This was my identity, my obsession, and my future.  It’s perplexing that it never occurred to me to combine these two pleasures until I was in my mid-twenties.  No one had asked me to, and I’m a bit of a rule-follower.  I thought song-writing was for, well, I didn’t know who wrote songs . . . radio fairies maybe.

When I moved to the Nashville area in 2005, I did it for the music.  I called myself a song-writer by then, but not without wincing.  I was going through a “major life change”.  This is what I used to tell people until I realized that everyone knew this was code for divorce, or “D-I-V-O-R-C-E” as one of my friends used to say in a whisper.  This was the year my life really began.  I fell in love with Tennessee that year, and I fell in love with the best song-writer I’ve ever known.

I’ve been a private voice and piano teacher for, perhaps, too long because you know what they say about those who teach.  (Nothing but a misconception that I’ve allowed, over time,  to become true.)  This is why I began this blog.  I’m here, cyberly speaking, to do.

I’m probably not as sweet as the girl in the above picture.  I’m definitely not as thin, and I haven’t tucked in my shirt since 1996.  I hope I’m a better writer.  Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two from this site, but please don’t take offense when I say I don’t care.  I do care that you enjoy it.  But I have a feeling I’ll be doing most of the learning this time, and maybe even proving Mrs. King right.