Everywhere I look these days, there are piles of music, harps at the ready...
and cats staring at me
until I'm done practicing.
The holiday concert is two weeks away (November 26th). When I haven't been behind the harp playing, I've been...
~ getting advertisements ready
~ organizing the venue (the beautiful First Presbyterian church in Mankato)
~ scheduling radio appearances
~ hanging posters
~ accosting everybody I know (and some people I don't know) with flyers
~ arranging ticket-takers and CD sellers
~ and trying to figure out what I'm going to wear (but that's a topic for another post...)
Some days I wish I had a manager to take care of all the non-musical things for me. But I've been told before by people who have tried to help me that I'm "unmanageable". I guess I do like to have a sense of control over my musical pursuits. OK, total control. OK, OK, bordering on control freak.
When I am behind the harp playing, I enjoy every note, every single phrase. Revisiting this music from The Light and The Lady has been a beautiful, sentimental trip down musical memory lane. I'll tell you more in the next post about that recording experience 11 years ago, that music, that concept, that consuming project that started my recording career.
Today, I've got ads to create and record, notes to give to my band, reserved seating to plan, candles to buy, TV stations to grovel to...