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 of being a songwriter is held in the remainder of this post. But for those of you anxious for me to get to the point, it's this: a commissioned song will be the greatest gift you'll ever give (unconditional love not withstanding.)
Anniversaries, birthdays, career milestones,...
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.
[Swear word redacted.]
I thought it'd be good to help mask the tremor's...
This is @lecalethicia. She's a phenomenal harpist here this week at #Marrowstone2016. High schoolers and college students from all around the world audition to become students and symphony members under the tutelage of world-renowned faculty who also come from long distances to be here!
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...
This has been the general sentiment while preparing the Bare Naked Bravery podcast launch over the last couple weeks: "Why The Hell Not?!"
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. As I was telling Siolo Thompson (one of our soon-to-be...
Well, last week's news was absolute garbage, wasn't it? Everything hit me hard. I think it was all just compounded upon a month of, quite honestly, one really crappy news delivery after another.
I wrote a blog post about it.
and then I ugly cried about it live on Facebook.
I considered taking the video down, but decided to keep it up because in light of all the recent news tragedy in the world. We really do need the rawness. and simply deleting all the pain is NOT the...
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...
This may not be what the sky looks like tonight (it's from a couple nights ago) but it's how I feel right now.
As a sophomore in college I spent over a semester living in Ankara, Turkey.
My time there was filled with *way* more serious things than your typical study abroad shenanigans. Turkey happened in the midst of my first year in recovery from my eating disorder. It was my first months of Prozac. It held an attempt at forgiveness. It broke down a lot (all?) of my internal...
And by “terrible art” I mean absolutely NO art. Zilch. Zero. Nada. This week was a perfect example of exactly that.
To be quite honest, this week I was scrambling around like a runt duckling running behind his speedy family (or at least that’s what it felt like.)
Do you ever have those days when the words, “I just can’t catch a break, can I?” cross your lips more than 5 times? or 10? or 20?
To honor the theme of 2016 (Do it *your* way,) I’m finding...
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.