Your hair is standing on end. You KNEW you shouldn’t have but you did anyway. You had this feeling in your gut that something was just a little off but you brushed it aside and went ahead. Your dream last night told you to change your mind but it was just a dream … Something was fishy. Your head hurt, your legs were twitchy, you got chills, you got butterflies (not the fun kind). And then, even though you thought through it and used all of your logic and blasted forth with your plan, it ALL fell apart. Maybe you lost some money. Maybe all of your techie gadgets crashed. Or worse, maybe someone betrayed you or an accident befell you. But you KNEW if you had only listened to that tiny voice or feeling in the background that ALL of this could have been avoided …
In my other life, I am a yoga instructor. It balances out the late nights, the wild times, the unpredictability of the music business. Plus, it helps to keep me sane.
In my class on Tuesday night (I teach a handful of community therapists at their workplace), a dear student asked if I would be interested in incorporating chakra teachings into my classes. I jumped at it and wove it into my class design for the night. I love requests and I love challenges – and this one seemed very pertinent. In the next series of blog posts, I’m gonna delve into some simple things you can do at home with your breath, body and music and how they relate to our chakra system.
In 2008 I moved away from the musical momentum that I was working hard to build in Minneapolis. I had an incredible booking agent who had discussed becoming my manager, was getting some nice press from my 4th album Boat With No Oars and was starting to have a blast on my solo tours and meet amazing friends on the road. Waiting tables on the flip side was paying the bills and my gym membership at a neighborhood fitness center in NE Minneapolis was keeping my head out of the dirty snowy MN winter gutter. Read more →
“There is nothing more vulnerable than creativity … and what is art if it’s not love?” – Brené Brown
In the midst of putting a new album into the world, I am faced with some trepidation. I’ve heard Tori Amos in an interview describe her songs as babies … on that thought, when you send your children out to live their lives outside of you, mothering instinct must kick in – fear for their safety, how will they get along in the world, who will love them? I can only imagine … comparing songs to babies might be a long shot, but to create something bearing soul, sweat, love, tears and fling it into the universe is quite a courageous act.
I’m a list lover. Maybe to my detriment (in the case of the endless to do lists), but I make tons of lists regardless of peril: To do lists, set lists, lists of words, grocery lists.