Someone from back home (Washington state) asked me the last week, "How's the book tour going?" my response was, "I'm on a book tour?!?!" Here's the email I just sent to my tribe...
One of my favorite parts of my job as a musician is writing songs for people. No, not for the greater public to enjoy via Spotify or at a house concert of mine, although I love that too. My favorite part about being a songwriter is...
This hipster shot of a previously enjoyed mocha of mine exists to tell you that the other day I broke my caffeination fast with a soy latte. I cut caffeine out about 4 weeks ago because I started noticing my essential tremor in MY OTHER HAND. 😳 It's not very noticeable. But *I* notice. I notice very much. The degenerative nature of my neurology is breathing down my neck. and officially down both shoulders.
Every day for 14 days, the Western Washington University's performing arts building is soaked in Brahms, Bach, Tchaikovsky, and more. There are more kids than practice rooms. and the music and rehearsal schedule is so rigorous that every nook and cranny of the building is utilized to its full capacity... Including this loading dock I stumbled upon while on a coffee break, which @lecalethica has boldly claimed for her practice space. Just imagine harp wafting through the sky and down onto the Puget Sound... 😍
On August 16th, a podcast shall be born! and we shall call it, Bare Naked Bravery!
It all feels bigger than anything I can handle on my own... If you want to join us in making this little podcast it's very best, I'm collecting applications to join the launch team!
This may not be what the sky looks like tonight (it's from a couple nights ago) but it's how I fee right now. As a sophomore in college I spent over a semester living in Ankara, Turkey...
And by “terrible art” I mean absolutely NO art. Zilch. Zero. Nada. This week was a perfect example of exactly that.
Not many people get to see the "other" Seattle skyline: ferris wheel, stadiums, port paraphernalia, and Mt Rainier.
I got to call my dad while looking at this view sitting in traffic on my way home from teaching music.
My dad's a teacher too - a professor who wears bow ties, elbow patches, and gives exorbitantly long answers to simple questions. He's the one who taught me how to ask questions, sell lemonade, and be a feminist #girlboss.
My dad's pretty great.
Happy Father's Y'all!
I love this photo so much.
It's the visual embodiment of what it's like to be a part of a recital with the Coda School of Music. Teachers laughing, kids trying to look super cool, big smiles, and so much love.
For those of you that don't know, my friend Lacey Brown and I started a community music school with another friend Ivar Hillesland. Earlier this month, we completed our first year of official nonprofit-ness and also therefore (successfully) submitted our first round of nonprofit taxes. (Heck yes!)
The Coda School of Music exists to support the local community of music educators by providing a space to teach, collaborate, and support each other. We know when the teachers feel cared for, their students will ultimately feel that too. Collectively our teachers and students get to participate in seasonal community recitals, workshops, and other performances. It's just the coolest.
I am honored to work alongside our teachers, volunteers, and donors. It's such a blast seeing how these students get to reap the benefit of having teachers that can afford to give to their students in such holistically healthy ways.
I made the decision at 4:30pm to arrive at the train station at 5:30pm. I can hear you saying, "Oh my god. Emily, you are insane." Don't worry, I'm not.
This week last year I was gleefully holed up in the Columbia City Theater with a handful of musician friends recording a certain album, *cough cough* MY album.
Yes, it's been a year. Although time has certainly flown, this day could not have gotten here any slower. Every step of the way has felt like molasses rolling down the sidewalk.
- I have an editor. (Hi Lisa!)
- She read her first draft, (my 8th draft) of a book I wrote.
- I still have a lot of slicing, dicing, and revisions left to complete.
If I was wearing three layers of socks, each of those statements would blow all three layers off. I am absolutely flabbergasted that I've gotten this far, especially during this month in particular.
I've moved SIXTEEN times since 2004. *headdesk* So many boxes. So many trips. So many apartments. So many houses. So many cities. So many boxes of pizza. So many hours filled with the ear-piercing sound of tape getting yanked off its roll.
So what does one do with all that expertise? Duh. Write a blog post!
In the lulls between songwriting, album-making, and concert performing, I've been slowly working on writing a book. Let me tell you, it's been a SLOW, slow, slow slog. This morning I woke up *really* discouraged.
(Full Disclaimer: I Was Homeschooled.) The SOTA students make me excited for the future of our world. Which is why I'm stoked to announce... I get to be a "Celebrity" Guest Judge for SOTA's Cover Song Project!
I returned home yesterday afternoon from a gorgeous 10-day Artist Residency on Orcas Island, WA.
It was sooooo needed.
Emmet Cahill is coming to Seattle on February 12th! all the way from Ireland! I'll get to open up the evening with a few of my own songs before his vocal chords blow your socks completely off with Emmet's Irish classics, Broadway hits, and modern pieces too.
Per a friend's expert suggestion, I watched the director's cut of "Pink Floyd: Live at Pompeii" on Friday night. I was snuggled up in bed, watching it on my phone, propped up with a pillow.
About 20 minutes in, there I laid crying. Like a baby.