Don’t ask me to define it...
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.