Even though my husband is (always) in a bunch of different bands, we've been looking for a project we can do together and I've been responding to ads for bands that need a lead singer. So far, nada.
Most of the ads have deal-breaking parameters for the singers they want, such as "male" and/or "ages 16-20." One particularly offensive ad contained the line, "No chicks, unless you want to hook up." I wanted to reach over the Internet and throat-punch that guy.
Because I have unlimited access to a recording studio, I'm working on making a personal demo CD by singing over karaoke tracks of songs I like. Last night I recorded "Heartbreaker" by Led Zeppelin and "You Got Another Thing Comin'" by Judas Priest. The idea is for me to do a dozen or more and choose the best ones to put on my MySpace page. I don't know how helpful a demo will be for me, but it's one of those "why not?" kinds of projects.
While I was going through old photos last weekend I ran across the set list from a band I was in called White Hot, in 1989 (the height of my blonde, she-mullet days). I showed it to my husband and we started thinking about the possibilities for putting together a "hair metal" cover band with the guitarist from our stalled original project, who already has the perfect look.
Here's a picture of White Hot. You can click to embiggen for the full, grainy detail.
Fun fact about my White Hot days: I went by the stage name B.C. Irons (B.C. stood for "blonde chick" - I was so progressive back then) in the late '80s and early '90s. When I met my husband, he called me "B.C." for the first several months until he got used to my real name.
So anyway, the hair band is one option, and I'm still responding to ads from time to time even though nobody ever contacts me back.
One way or another I'll keep singing - even if my only audience is my husband and the studio cat.
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Update: What do you know? One of the bands actually e-mailed me back. I'll keep you posted on how that goes.