I decided to go about learning from him in a rather strange way. Before I piped his songwriting into a pair of headphones, I listened to as many of his interviews as I could. I got sucked into an epic informational vortex...
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...
Today’s question is “What do you do to get into your creative zone?” Submitted by Lars Carl Schmid in Switzerland 🇨🇭
You know, that person with a perpetual obsession about a new "thing" or project? I'm one of those entrepreneurs. I've never had a full-time job as a traditional employee. Successfully too! At this point, I'm pretty proud of that badge of honor…
Today’s question is “What advice do you have to keep the momentum even when there isn’t an actual deadline?”
I wrote this song for the Bushwick Book Club's most recent concert featuring songs inspired by Lindy West's book Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman. (Pictured above, you'll see her sitting right in front of the stage! No pressure!) Lindy West is most definitely one of my modern heroines. She writes these killer articles for the New York Times and always has such important, powerful things to say.
This week's #AskEmilyAnn we've got a special guest Sherrie McCarthy and we're talking all about LIVING ON A SAILBOAT!!!
I abandoned accepting regular monthly payments from my music students. I had all of them sending me a medium-sized check once each month for my tuition payment plan. Super simple concept, right?
Well, not really. There was a lot of emailing, texting and calling about scheduling and collecting payment. It seemed like I had a part-time job as bill collector. Yuck.
As teachers, we ask our students to practice (hopefully daily) so the notion of external and internal motivators should be a familiar concept to you. But, just in case, here’s a refresher…
You should see my Facebook feed. Every artist I know (which is a lot of them) are taking arms with paintbrushes, poetry, song, and even knitting needles. My friend Kaitlin tagged me in a challenge alongside this quote from Toni Morrison...
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...
I've pulled the trigger on some rather large lifestyle changes. Without divulging too many details (ones not yet ready to be revealed) I can say that Marie Kondo and minimalism have been heavy on my mind.
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... 😍
I mean, yes, there are always great reasons to not do anything, but when it comes to making the birth of this weekly show as big a deal as possible, I'll gladly crank it hard to the right and yell, "Why The HELL Not?!" Part of this leads me to something which I'm floored to announce...
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 is a hard blog post to write. I've been feeling really rough lately.
At first, I thought it was my incessant "artist struggle" to get bills paid and pour myself out for all to see. I thought maybe it's that gosh-darned low grade depression which follows me around from time to time... (It very well might be.)
But as the gloom presses down upon me further and further, my detective-brain hunts furiously to get to the bottom of it. Perhaps it's just the continued life changes I've endured over the last 5 years? Perhaps too much proverbial shit has hit the fan for me? Perhaps I'm just too worn down to smile like I used to?
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.