If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it.....
Singing is the greatest thing in the world. Whether it’s in a club in front of an audience, walking or wheeling down the street and realizing your singing really too loud to not look weird or making music in the studio with three awesome musicians. I was back in the studio with John R. Burr, Jon Evans and David Rokeach last week. They are all superb on their instruments and the chemistry between the three of them is fantastic. We recorded my original tunes – 8 in total – over two days then Jon and I started on the vocals. I can’t think of anything more enjoyable to do. We shifted effortlessly from girl-pop to jazz to alternative rock and from blowjob jokes (one of the three musicians asked his girlfriend “You know what’s really fun to do in the car?” to which she answered “What and fun for whom?” ) to a poignant discussion ( and subsequent tears) about a song I wrote for Mac which ended with John R asking me “are you huggable?” I love those guys. The studio is ADA hostile so wheelchairs are out of the question. It’s humbling to have to get guys to take you to the bathroom, to help you onto a chair, to hear them say “who’s got her?” etc but it is what it is. I am now finding it tough to walk around my apartment, to lift a bottle to my mouth without tipping it all over me, to lift my little teapot ( which actually is short and stout) when it’s full. It takes a few tries to pick up coins. Door handles are my nemesis.
There is music. I can sing in my much diminished voice. I can laugh until I cry. I am surrounded by women ( and men) who inspire me and fill me with light. I spent last week doing EXACTLY what I love to do – what I always wanted to spend all my time doing. I get met with kindness and compassion and encouragement every single day. I wheel down the street in the sunshine in this great neighborhood and I think “this is it baby, it’s not getting any better than this moment” and I notice I’m singing really too loud.