Oh you guys... today is a treat! Many of you know that last spring I stole myself away to go live with my Atlanta family and care for my grandpa (aka Poppop.) One of the really beautiful parts of being near this side of the family was that I got to hear all these stories that I hadn't heard before. I mean, I had heard the stories, but hadn't heard them with such detail!
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.
Allow me to explain...I spent 10 years (2004-2014) moving a lot.
Sometimes as frequently as every 6 months. College life, new roommates, living abroad, moving to a new corner of the US, new roommates, new neighborhoods, new jobs... I got really good at picking up everything and moving around based on who I wanted to be near.
I returned home yesterday afternoon from a gorgeous 10-day Artist Residency on Orcas Island, WA.
It was sooooo needed.
I am a mile above earth's surface and there is a well-dressed stranger sitting next to me. He’s attractive. He’s not wearing a wedding ring. He’s sleeping. If it weren't for that airplane window, he’d be leaving a trail of drool across the Midwest. It’s all very endearing.
I've started losing the full ability of my right hand over the last 2 years due to a degenerative, neurological disease called Essential Tremor.
The grief I've experienced from this loss is like Chinese water torture.
Heaven help the person who thinks grieving happens in a linear fashion.
I asked the first employee I came across, "What makes the perfect Christmas noises and sounds here?"
"Umm... Bells?" he replied.
"Perfect. Show me your bells!"
These songs are already so much more alive than I could've ever imagined, it's hard for me to imagine how much better things could get with the remainder of this week.
You are reading the words of a morning person. Evidently, if you stay up long enough... low & behold! It's the morning, the best time of day!
I'm so excited!
On December 20th, only 2 days from now, my ambient cello music project called Cello Yoga releases it's first studio album...
Ebb & Flow is a 90-minute exploration of water's movement, 8 tracks of delicious cello-ness matching the rise and fall of a yoga class.
For the past couple years, I've been playing cello and composing live in yoga classes. It's been such an enriching experience for me. I learn something about music, something about bodies, and something about their connection to each other at every class.
I've had so many requests for an album of this music. I've finally conceded.
It's as if all the questioning and the struggle somehow validates the reasoning and the why of going on this amazingly terrifying journey. Perhaps the struggle & questioning is the heart’s way of forcing the head to remember the ‘Why's.’
Have you ever wanted to just shake someone to get answer out of them?
While recording, there's a moment when the song finishes... It feels like the moment right after you jump off a cliff - no gravity, pit-in-stomach, an "Am-I-gonna-die?" feeling.