A busy week was ending with a busier weekend. My two hour, Saturday morning concert in a cozy for its size, art filled venue was brimming with an attentive and participating audience. They were just as much fun to visit with on break and while I was packing up to leave. Then, it was and hour’s drive to an event for an afternoon set with a smaller, but nearly as attentive and participating audience. Afterward, I joined friends for pizza and cards. Sunday morning it was off to a standing brunch performance where I set up and run sound for a guest performer and myself. We take turns, covering three hours with each of us playing two forty five minute sets.
These days, there is an awful and depressing trend toward wearing black and grey stretchy fabric, all the time. A tendency to get caught up in the current trend of dressing, thinking, expressing and living. It seems there is an even heavier push to blend in with the crowd than when I was growing up. To look a certain way, to have a certain body type and if you don’t, you just do not belong. To have this job, or own this house, to be popular.Read More
I couldn’t sleep last night. It was nearly morning before I finally drifted off. I had performed all the usual bedtime rituals and crawled under the covers with a good book and a cup of tea at about 8:15. Nodded off while reading then, after setting my book on the night table and turning off the light, was wide awake.Read More
Weekly, someone tells me, “ I have this shirt ( jacket, pants, dress ),” They laugh and shake their head. “ I know it’s ridiculous, but I really love it. It’s frayed at the cuff ( full of holes, too small, too big, not much left of it). I can’t part with it. Why is that?”Read More