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...
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... 😍
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.
Happy Father's Y'all!
Alternative Blog Post Title: "I Don't Have Time To Write Songs for a Kids Album! ...Or Do I?" I've got a lot going on these days - writing a book and getting ready to release a new album. As part of raising funds to release this album, I've set an album pre-order level for anyone to commission an original or cover song.
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.
Yep. That's right.
A song about all the types of guys you'll find while online dating, written by yours truly.
- 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!