still here, still doing it
I haven’t been writing much in here, but not because nothing is happening–quite the contrary! My progressed Moon has moved to inward, nonverbal Cancer from loquacious Gemini, meaning that it’s harder work to craft words to describe my experiences, and hard also to muster the motivation to try, but I’ll give it a quick shot before I go out the door (o summer).
Last night I played for a private party in Duncan, and it was so lovely. The feedback I received was simply over the top and I’m still processing it. One man said “I had tears streaming down my face.” Many people were generous with very specific feedback about my voice and songs, all of it superlative and highly praising. I feel honoured and humbled and post-coitally blissful right now!
And the best part was, I was being paid - and generously - which I took as an excuse to play all I wanted. The host and hostess were too busy at the party hosting to be able to sit and listen to the music, so I played a late night private set just for the two of them after everyone else had gone. Intimate audiences (the more intimate the better) are still my favourite, though there’s certainly something to be said for numbers, as well. It was very sweet.
I’m a song slut. I never want to stop. I receive so much pleasure from the act of sharing this stuff, the singing, the songs, the emotion and passion and vibration of being and feeling and doing it, that if I could afford to, I would pay them to listen. But it’s much nicer to be paid, because then (in addition to the money which is a necessary part of modern life and I can’t think of a better way to make it) I KNOW that they are interested and want to hear more. It’s an affirmation that they’re paying attention, that they value the experience.
So, gosh and gee, that’s all I have time to say about that. Apologies for the dearth of entries here, I’ll try to do better. Though it’s summertime and I’m rushing out the door to go camping, so definitely nothing for the next few days. I have more to say about my musical and other journeys, but the tales remain confined to my mind for now.
July 24th, 2008 at 12:54 pm
been wondering how its going with ya, had to blackle (like google only better) you to find ya here. good to know yer making music and feeling fine.
here’s a picture of me back in 2005:
http://www.bluegrassravebackroom.com/fauxqueen/
i’m the one in plaid and stripes.
miss you on tribe!!
July 24th, 2008 at 5:30 pm
Hilarious!!! LOL! Thanks, heather… I’m all flattered that you blackled me. Maybe I’ll show up on tribe now and then, but hey it’s summertime, and I’ve only got so much energy for this machine.
I’m on facebook, too… which is a time sucker (I like to play scrabble.
July 25th, 2008 at 10:47 am
face book and hi5 seem mysteriously opaque to me, the luddite. ah caint hardly find my way thru em to do em.
are you couch surfing or house sitting? or living in a commune?
we just added another family refugee to our family, my 20 yr old nephew who is six months off a six year severe on line gaming addiction (up to 12 hour a day on line playing). his calf muscles are atrophied and he’s all bent over and his joints hurt. he’s extremely will polarized, but looks like a seraphim. he likes it here cuz he has enuff to eat, it’s calm and I don’t put crappy judgements in his space. he’s also coming off a caffeine addiction that was unbelievable in its immensity.
He got triggered big time yesterday tutoring Iris (lil girl) and I let it build up til just before I got triggered and walked him down outta it…breathe just breathe…find the place yer clenching and give it some room…she reminds him of himself, lil temper fits, acting out other people’s pictures.
I bought her a child size guitar…he brought his two guitars…he says he keeps forgetting she’s only seven years old, but y’know a baby step here and a step backward and two baby steps forward and one backward…a step forward and on we go.
Alex was the oddest lil baby…when he was a child, i could see bits of his spirit all in pieces all over the room, so he’s recovering from fragmentation is my guess. he is terribly handsome.
Father warriors used to terrorize his older brother, who could draw them…once his mother (my youngest sister) even saw them, so she let me teach him how to be invisible to em. I just started teaching Alex.
He wants to be perfect! oh! the fear that comes from!
now I am going to go lay down! I be TIRED!!!