How YOU doin’?
No, no news today. Just thought I’d wave hello.
[hello!]
I totally did it! Go me! Quite surprised to find myself on the other side of my week with a handful of new songs, and a wholly different experience of writing.
The place:
The building:
My work space:
The results:
And also, this happened:
So there you have it. I wrote 3 rounds and 4 songs – two for guitar, even,
which is hilarious since I don’t actually know how to play guitar (yet).
The writing part was really hard, at times, no joke… but I had so much fun presenting the Concert-and-Converstion afterwards that I wish I could go around residing artistically all the time. I love playing shows, but it was extra lovely to also talk about music, and answer audience questions.
More, I say! Please. And thank you. Now let’s all go eat cake.
Normally when I write music, it takes place in various not-so-public places; in my sleep, in the shower, in my pajamas in the living room.
But for a week I’m relocating to a retreat center of sorts, to write publicly, and officially. I’m going to be the Artist-In-Residence at the Anam Cara Center in Fairfield, CT.
I’ll be there 7 days, and I’ve given myself 5 song challenges, to try to write in ways that are outside my comfort zone. And then at the end of the week I do a Concert-With-Conversation about the experience! Cool, right?!
So that works out to, what…. about a song a day, I guess, it’ll have to be, to leave a day to rehearse and put together a 45 minute concert and talk, and then the last day is the performance.
Hmmm. So that… that’s pretty ambitious. Well, you know what? What will be, will be. If one new song comes along that’s stellar, and everything else is gravy.
Wish me luck! Will report back soon.
Guess what? I performed this month at the Brooklyn Academy of Music!
One of BAM’s three venues is a very cool, pretty big cafe-style venue, with all the swagger of a club but the excellent sound of a place that takes music very seriously. (Can you say ‘union house’?)
Got a wonderful surprise when two beloved, longtime fans I haven’t seen for a while (my ‘FLY’ girls!) showed up as a surprise. With a sign:
I was the opening act for an amazing multi-genre show called SOULIFY. The show was me, a killer gospel act called Voices of Inspiration, a sensual belly-dance act (Amalia), and main act, pop singer Greta Larson.
Boy do I wish I had more photos! I need someone to follow me around documenting everything, don’t I? (Any takers? : )
But you can tell it was a great night just from this:
All in all, great night at a great place! Would love to play there again. Here’s hoping the stars align in my favor.
Oh, why Ohio?
mini music conference!
Scored my jamming fix
5 days. 17 shows. 1, 300 miles from home.
For one blissfully odd week, I got to roll out of bed and just play music, all day long. No booking, no chores, no indecision, not even much driving. Just playing.
It was so cool!
I finished by 5pm every eve, hit the gym, took myself out for dinner, and watched TV. It was a glimpse into having a 9-to-5 schedule in an alternate universe. I have never been so content before to rise repeatedly at 7:30am.
I leave you with some quick snapshots of my environs for the week…
“West Virgina, Mountain Mama, country rooooaaaaads,
take me hoooooommmme!”
On my tour to the midwest I got to play this super cool venue called The Purple Fiddle, nestled in the mountains of West Virginia.
Here I am with owner John Bright:
The area around there is gorgeous, by the by. Windy roads, forested hills… it’s an Americana postcard.
I headed to Kentucky next, and get this: despite driving the length of the state, I *utterly* failed to purchase bourbon. Tragic!
But thanks to my gracious hostess, I had a drop or three in my breakfast coffee:
AND I got to tour a folk art museum, where I encountered this gentleman:
So it was a cool trip. Thumbs up, southern states!
Mighty glad to be making your acquaintances.
You may wonder, why, Elaine, do you play the places you play?
And the answer often is: I have friends who live there.
So, for instance: in March I played a mini-tour in Vermont, because a), I really like Vermont, and b) I have dear friends who live in Burlington. (Way-back friends, even! There’s no replacing way-back friends.)
The gigs went well; I played all right, met some folks, made connections which might lead to more gigs… thumbs up all ’round.
And then I got to hang out with said friends, who now have an adorable urchin puttering around, being tiny, saying cute things, and generally stealing hearts.
We sat on the floor and played with Legos (one of my favorite childhood pastimes, and I continue to wonder why I stopped), and as they lived their lives and hung out as a family, they included me as if I belonged, in a way that was touching and true. So for a few days I was, functionally speaking, Aunt Elaine, Family Member.
It being Vermont, we all took a wee hike to a beautiful spot nearby before I had to go. After the hike, as I was getting in the car, my Legos partner said the exact thing I was thinking: “I’m sad that you’re going.”
One tear rolled down one little-person cheek, and it was hard not to cry, too.
I got to spread love around recently. It was one of those get-more-than-you-give experiences.
Long story short: I sold Valentine’s Day serenades. I wrote a wee little song, one chocolate’s worth, and offered to sing it, ‘live’ over the phone on Valentine’s Day, for $5. So I called whomever the buyer wanted and sang to them.
First off, it was more popular than I’d expected – I spent the whole day calling people. Second, it was to all sorts of people! Mothers, daughters, boyfriends, girlfriends, in-laws, grandparents. A number of people got happily teary. (Including me.)
Here’s a lil’ video slideshow to the serenade. It’s for you, too. I wanted you to know.