To avoid public humiliation, I went for a power walk, in my three-inch heel boots, listening to techno music, all around parts of downtown Boston. After an hour, I started to calm down. I can't wear the boots again for at least week because of the blisters, and I was up until 3 a.m.
But you know what? Anxiety is the medicine for Accomplishment, and as long as I am a music-making MACHINE (lifting arm and flexing muscle), I say screw the downsides, as long as I can get shit DONE.
These two years will probably stand out as among the most intense of my life. Though it is not without flaws, I really feel that I could not be in a better place to be doing what I'm doing. I am consumed, which like anything, has its goods and bads, but in the end, I am reaching the best of my abilities as an artist. If you support art, you'll support me, no matter where I end up.
Otherwise, here are some highlights since winter:
Dad and I (oddly enough, I wasn't drinking coffee here):
The pup:
Uncle Bob's winter wardrobe:
Liz and cousin Jack celebrating Christmas in New Jersey (video):
Passover in Lexington, MA:
Friends (minus my chin):
New York City after a blizzard (when I got stranded due to flight cancellations):
Jordan Hall (my version of church, synagogue, and every religious or spiritual haven), and yours truly with the magic flute:
2 comments:
"IT IS ONLY A TOOL.
A TOOL FORGED FROM
THE METALS OF THE
EARTH. FROM SILVER.
FROM GOLD. FASHIONED
BY HISTORY. CRAFTED
BY MASTERS. IT IS A TOOL
THAT SHAPES MOOD AND
CULTURE. IT ENRAPTURES.
SOMETIMES DISTRACTS.
EXHILARATES AND SOOTHES.
SINGS AND WEEPS. NOW
TAKE UP THE TOOL
AND SCULPT MUSIC
FROM THE AIR."
... Anonymous
"When in doubt, trill."
--John Phillip Sousa's advice to piccolo players
"Liz, love what you do, and keep on doing it for a long long time."
--Yo Daddy
I can't imagine the stress you're under,
but you're handling it with such grace!
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