There have been total mind-changes about what I'm going to wear (at least 5 times).
There have been major and minor artistic panic attacks about how in the world this concert is going to come together.
And then these wonderful, talented, generous
and very, very, very patient people come over
and the music makes it all better.
My band. Marti the violinist. Martha the recorder/whistle player. Sam The Drummer. They have such musical intelligence and sensitivity, and I'm so honored that they share it with me. Tonight they sat through one of those set list adjustments and gave great advice (the homemade rose liqueur I plied them with helped, no doubt).
We're ready for the concert. We had our usual fits and starts tonight at rehearsal, as happens right before a performance. But we laughed through them, tried them again, worked them out.
Then we toasted ourselves and the music with some
homemade rose liqueur I made at midsummer.
The band is helping me bring new life to the music I first recorded in 1999 and haven't played since. They're helping me express who I am now through the music choices I made 11 years ago for that recording. Full circle, kind of.
I sent the band into the chilly, damp November night with wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving, and then I came back inside, lit some candles and sat for my own run-through of the music.
Harry, he's a good leg-warmer while I rehearse.
Though he's taken to yeowling whenever I sing lately...
Only 4 more days to go and the concert will be here. I have a few more details to take care of, my outfit to finalize (red ruffles or black lace?...) and of course 4 more rehearsing sessions.
And then I'll bring this music onto the stage and out to you. I can't wait.