Sunday, November 22, 2009

chill

In Boston there suddenly is a winter chill in the air that feels oddly comforting to me.  Maybe it's that crisp pre-snow smell that makes me think of coming days of baking and staying in with a movie and a bottle of wine, or maybe it's the holidays, with all the bullshit-eschewing love and feasting and warm sweaters and dresses and lipstick and champagne flutes, or maybe it's an olfactory nostalgia for my first winter here, that first November-January almost two years ago now when I really felt like Massachusetts was my home, my friends here a new, bizarre ad-hoc family.

Derek is coming home with me for Thanksgiving on Wednesday.  Everyone will be there.  Dad, Mom, John, Val, Grandma, and MJ.  I can't wait to spend all day baking with my mom and sit with everyone in front of the fire with a glass of Baileys or champagne.  Amazing how much these little things mean to you when you grow up.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

As if I needed more proof: "One New York Times Bestseller a Year Will Barely Keep You Above the Poverty Line"

First show of mostly songs this Saturday.  I'm trying to figure out how to incorporate the music I've been doing in with all the other stuff.  Is it going to be too all-over-the-place?  I've spoken to a few different people about producing the songs I've been writing.  Do I need to wait to have an album to start playing out?  I really know nothing about this.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

old friends and singing

Brunch today with ex-roomie, the fabulously talented Chris Johnson.  Eggs and grits and mango mimosas and talk about music and art.  Forget never being boring.  We'll never be bored. There is always so much to do, employed or not, dating or not.  So wonderful to remember that.

Yesterday I interviewed my old housemate Sara for The Boston Healing Blog.  It was great to reconnect with her.  She's a married, petite, blonde Christian girl who has her M.S. in biochemistry.  On paper, we are polar opposites, but we are actually the same person.  How did I forget how much I loved these people?

In other news, I went to my first singer-songwriter open mic this week and performed a couple originals.  I think I did pretty well.  Fortunately experience has pushed me past the major fear of making an ass out of myself on stage.  It's better to start when you're not ready and learn the world doesn't end if you don't knock them dead than wait neurotically till everything is "perfect," in my opinion.

Anyway, I plan to play songs more.  Hopefully I'll be in good shape to sing for my Lizard Lounge feature this Sunday.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Monday, November 2, 2009

rose tints my world

Here's a review of my Nuyorican feature from the Columbia Spectator's entertainment section. It's extremely complimentary, so much so I'm almost embarrassed to put it up.  At least I know one person liked me in New York.  And if that person happens to write for a paper, well, bully.

And a picture from another stellar Halloween in Boston:


Photo Credit: Jason Liu

I didn't have much time to plan a costume this year, so I threw on my old standby. My mom and I spent hours sewing this thing when I was fifteen. I wore it for several Halloweens in high school, and then later when I played Columbia in the Louisville Rocky Horror cast. If you told me while I was hand sewing shimmery ribbons on those short on my parents' beige living room carpet that I'd be wearing it again in 2009, I would have been skeptically ecstatic.

And this was 100% unplanned:

Video Credit: Mick Murray