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 Don’t ask me to define it...

02/03/2010 It has been so long, too long... I've since written a few songs and Simon Moore, of Kentucky Nightmare, has been helping me to finesse them...adding some twists and turns that create some shadows. I like these places, shade. They're music for traveling. One song takes you on a little journey, tarrying for a nod to sea shanties and then ending with a kind of question about finding something. Another is about love crashing down, river banks, and so on...and the most recent is about sending a kiss. Artist Leslie Sharpe inspired me with some themes. Lovers separated by seas, women waiting on shore for sailors, Marconi's early radio transmissions. A trip to New York City, where I saw a Kandinsky retrospective at the Guggenheim was an affirmation of my strange and curious affection for the idea of a picnic. I may do a live radio program for WFHB, will keep you posted about that...and am planning to do the sea shanty inspired music for a digital media locative piece for Leslie Sharpe in June. Must admit that feeling feverishly creative is delicious.
07/17/2009

I'll be playing for a benefit concert at the Waldron Arts Center here in Bloomington, tomorrow, July 18th.  The show starts at 6pm and goes until 10pm.  I'll be on at 7pm for a short set.

 Mostly I'll play my familiar songs.

 I've been pretty busy for the last two years...pregnant and now my little boy is a year old!

 The last time I played out to sing was for another benefit at the Waldron for WFHB!  I was about 7 months pregnant.  I covered a song by one of my favorite writers, Simon Moore of Kentucky Nightmare.  I sang, "Let's Get in Love."  I listened to that song constantly while I was pregnant.

 Maybe Finn heard it as if from a long distance away.

And now he's close by, a sweet, funny little guy.  

 Ever hear from a long lost friend?  Isn't it curious how you go about in a bit of a blurry haze for a while after, remembering lots of  little bits of memories--- or even big things you can't believe you forgot about?

Or how about when you see someone far away and they don't see you and you think over some imaginary conversation with this person.

That's kind of how it feels to try to sing again...and to look through my notebook and find handwriting of words, patches of lyrics...and realizing, oh, it's mine, that handwriting.  How odd, why did I say this?  

From a long distance away it looks kind of good though.  And then you get closer.  And then I touch the keys.  It's nice to be back.   

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