In the midst of an amazing few weeks of shows, writing, and
reflection, I come to you inspired in a way I never thought I could be. I
was asked to perform at the campaign kickoff party for Don Iveson
(which was held this past Monday, the 23rd of September). Don Iveson is a
city council member who is running for Mayor of Edmonton. I met Don at a
fundraiser over the summer, and I was immediately excited about what
Edmonton is and could become because of the genuine love that man has
for the city I live in. His positive energy lit up the room, and I was
excited to learn more about his campaign. After doing some research, I
found that he was in support of many things I believed in. Now I am not
saying that everyone has to go out and vote for him, but I think it is
very important to research the people who will be representing the ideas
you may have to made your world (your city, your province, your
country) a better place. Who knows - maybe you'll find there are many
people who share those same ideas (that's CRAZY, isn't it???). Those ideas may encourage you in your own life. They may shock and surprise
you. They may even anger you. But hopefully, if anything, those ideas that you will learn about will inspire you create. I know it did for me.
Until next time there is an election I am excited for,
That girl who stays up too late and thinks too much.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Friday, May 31, 2013
Tour update number two: Logging roads, sunshine, tears, laughs, and home.
I had this huge idea that I would blog about my tour every day.
My first two days on the road were 8 hour driving days, and I got tired. So I didn't write anything... now my tour is over and I have decided to recount my travels in a "Coles Notes" version of the whole thing (well maybe except for the first day as I had already posted about my trip to Jasper. So let's start at day two, shall we?).
Okay! Heeeeeeeerrrre we go:
Day 2: 8 hour drive, the scariest drive of my life, and Kaslo.
Waking up is not easy for me on a good day. Let alone when I have gone to bed at 1:30 in the AM... Alas, I had to be on the road at 6am to be able to get to Kaslo, British Columbia by 4pm. So, by God, I am going to be on the road then.
I woke up at 6:45am.
As fast as I could, I throw my life into my rental car and off I go. Watching the sun come up in the mountains was possibly one of the most amazing moments in my grown life. It was unbelievable. I was viewing the very images photographers chase after...I even took some photos from the car (the "professional" photographer I am...) I would share them with you, but I have no idea how to do that in this blog, so just close your beautiful eyes and imagine how beautiful those images are. Don't worry, I'll wait.
...
Nice, right???
I kept driving, and driving, and driving. Through some beautiful scenery too. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop. I had to keep trekking along. After a lovely ferry ride, I was officially in the Kootenays. Now this is where it gets hilarious. I listened to Google Maps (which is kind of the go-to in route planning for my touring) and took the less-used road to drive the rest of the 89 kilometres to Kaslo. It was a one lane, gravel logging road that had a 800 foot drop into a massive lake.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeehaw.
I drove at a steady 40 km/hour with my entire body using every muscle in my body to keep the car in check. At one point I recalled a Stephen King short story I read where a gal is trying to find the best shortcut from town to town and ends up going through this strange wormhole and returns 50 years later-without aging at all. I was certain that was going to happen to me.
(I should also note that I was listening to Louise Hay's "101 Empowering Thoughts" on repeat as I was too scared to move my hand from the wheel to change the CD. Things such as "Live every day as if it were your last" and "Remember to tell your loved ones you love them; you never know when will be the last time to see them" really stick with me because I REALLY THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DRIVE INTO THE LAKE.
But, I survived.
I finally rolled into Kaslo at about 4:45, and after feeling like I was the latest person in the world, I quickly realized that in the Kootenays, time doesn't matter.
I found the house of the gentleman that was to be interviewing me for Kootenay Co-op Radio, and after apologizing for being late, he seemed almost angry for me apologizing. We drank some sun tea and talked about Alberta outside on his porch while his dogs ran around. Such a nice relaxing time after the crazy afternoon of "death drive: 2013". The interview went swimmingly, and after we took a walking tour of the town where he asked if I wanted to record one of my songs in what he said was "probably the smallest music store in Canada - no - North America." How could I say no? It was the tiniest music store I had been to, so I can only assume it has to be one of the smallest in the world. We recorded a song from my album, and after a short chat I was on my way to the Bluebelle Bistro, where I would be playing that evening.
The Bluebelle Bistro is a wonderful place with amazing food, and lovely staff. It was a balmy 31 degrees there that day, and most people were on the lake. I played my night's worth of music to a handful of lovely listeners, and after that I was on my way. Only thing was, I didn't have a place to sleep.
What does a musician do when they have no place to sleep and are too cheap to pay for a room?
CAR SLUMBER PARTY!
Thank goodness for the luxury vehicle because I had a wonderful sleep. I felt like a lazy camper.
After a day like that, one would hope that the next day I would only have to travel a few hours, right?
Tomorrow: NINE HOUR DRIVE TO VANCOUVER
My first two days on the road were 8 hour driving days, and I got tired. So I didn't write anything... now my tour is over and I have decided to recount my travels in a "Coles Notes" version of the whole thing (well maybe except for the first day as I had already posted about my trip to Jasper. So let's start at day two, shall we?).
Okay! Heeeeeeeerrrre we go:
Day 2: 8 hour drive, the scariest drive of my life, and Kaslo.
Waking up is not easy for me on a good day. Let alone when I have gone to bed at 1:30 in the AM... Alas, I had to be on the road at 6am to be able to get to Kaslo, British Columbia by 4pm. So, by God, I am going to be on the road then.
I woke up at 6:45am.
As fast as I could, I throw my life into my rental car and off I go. Watching the sun come up in the mountains was possibly one of the most amazing moments in my grown life. It was unbelievable. I was viewing the very images photographers chase after...I even took some photos from the car (the "professional" photographer I am...) I would share them with you, but I have no idea how to do that in this blog, so just close your beautiful eyes and imagine how beautiful those images are. Don't worry, I'll wait.
...
Nice, right???
I kept driving, and driving, and driving. Through some beautiful scenery too. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop. I had to keep trekking along. After a lovely ferry ride, I was officially in the Kootenays. Now this is where it gets hilarious. I listened to Google Maps (which is kind of the go-to in route planning for my touring) and took the less-used road to drive the rest of the 89 kilometres to Kaslo. It was a one lane, gravel logging road that had a 800 foot drop into a massive lake.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeehaw.
I drove at a steady 40 km/hour with my entire body using every muscle in my body to keep the car in check. At one point I recalled a Stephen King short story I read where a gal is trying to find the best shortcut from town to town and ends up going through this strange wormhole and returns 50 years later-without aging at all. I was certain that was going to happen to me.
(I should also note that I was listening to Louise Hay's "101 Empowering Thoughts" on repeat as I was too scared to move my hand from the wheel to change the CD. Things such as "Live every day as if it were your last" and "Remember to tell your loved ones you love them; you never know when will be the last time to see them" really stick with me because I REALLY THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DRIVE INTO THE LAKE.
But, I survived.
I finally rolled into Kaslo at about 4:45, and after feeling like I was the latest person in the world, I quickly realized that in the Kootenays, time doesn't matter.
I found the house of the gentleman that was to be interviewing me for Kootenay Co-op Radio, and after apologizing for being late, he seemed almost angry for me apologizing. We drank some sun tea and talked about Alberta outside on his porch while his dogs ran around. Such a nice relaxing time after the crazy afternoon of "death drive: 2013". The interview went swimmingly, and after we took a walking tour of the town where he asked if I wanted to record one of my songs in what he said was "probably the smallest music store in Canada - no - North America." How could I say no? It was the tiniest music store I had been to, so I can only assume it has to be one of the smallest in the world. We recorded a song from my album, and after a short chat I was on my way to the Bluebelle Bistro, where I would be playing that evening.
The Bluebelle Bistro is a wonderful place with amazing food, and lovely staff. It was a balmy 31 degrees there that day, and most people were on the lake. I played my night's worth of music to a handful of lovely listeners, and after that I was on my way. Only thing was, I didn't have a place to sleep.
What does a musician do when they have no place to sleep and are too cheap to pay for a room?
CAR SLUMBER PARTY!
Thank goodness for the luxury vehicle because I had a wonderful sleep. I felt like a lazy camper.
After a day like that, one would hope that the next day I would only have to travel a few hours, right?
Tomorrow: NINE HOUR DRIVE TO VANCOUVER
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Our Glory Tour Day One: The Whistle Stops here.
I left Edmonton at 3:00pm today.
I had to work at one of my many jobs before leaving, which was a good thing. I actually had a chance to focus on something that had NOTHING to do with my CD or my tour, which was refreshing... but I am happy to be back to the CD/tour mindset.
Because I always take my bike or the bus everywhere, I had to rent a vehicle for my trip. I wa SHOCKED when the rental company gave me a LUXURY vehicle because they didn't have the cheap economy vehicle I wanted.
I AM A KING!
Leather seats. Sun roof. Heated seats. CUP HOLDERS?!?! This is heaven.
My destination was Jasper for my first night, which is a wee lil 3 hours away from Edmonton. A very small drive, compared to the NINE HOURS I have to drive tomorrow... (what was I thinking??)
The Whistle Stop pub was my home for the night, and it actually did feel like home. All the staff treated me like I was a regular, which is always good. I started playing music and (unlike most bars I have played at in my life) everyone stopped and listened. It was a little bit surreal. I met some lovely people in town from England, and we had a great chat about Yorkshire (which is one of my favorite places).
During my second set, things got crazy. During my last song, a bunch of people came in and yelled "WE LOVE LIVE MUSIC!!!" and sat right in front of me. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't end the night then. So, I did what any musician would do... I played all of the songs I already played in 3/4 time.
It was great. WALTZES FOR ALL!!
I had a blast, and the audience did too. Possibly one of my favorite bars to play ever. So much love!
Now, I must sleep as I have to be on the road at 6am tomorrow!
Until tomorrow,
The girl who is ready for touring day two.
I had to work at one of my many jobs before leaving, which was a good thing. I actually had a chance to focus on something that had NOTHING to do with my CD or my tour, which was refreshing... but I am happy to be back to the CD/tour mindset.
Because I always take my bike or the bus everywhere, I had to rent a vehicle for my trip. I wa SHOCKED when the rental company gave me a LUXURY vehicle because they didn't have the cheap economy vehicle I wanted.
I AM A KING!
Leather seats. Sun roof. Heated seats. CUP HOLDERS?!?! This is heaven.
My destination was Jasper for my first night, which is a wee lil 3 hours away from Edmonton. A very small drive, compared to the NINE HOURS I have to drive tomorrow... (what was I thinking??)
The Whistle Stop pub was my home for the night, and it actually did feel like home. All the staff treated me like I was a regular, which is always good. I started playing music and (unlike most bars I have played at in my life) everyone stopped and listened. It was a little bit surreal. I met some lovely people in town from England, and we had a great chat about Yorkshire (which is one of my favorite places).
During my second set, things got crazy. During my last song, a bunch of people came in and yelled "WE LOVE LIVE MUSIC!!!" and sat right in front of me. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't end the night then. So, I did what any musician would do... I played all of the songs I already played in 3/4 time.
It was great. WALTZES FOR ALL!!
I had a blast, and the audience did too. Possibly one of my favorite bars to play ever. So much love!
Now, I must sleep as I have to be on the road at 6am tomorrow!
Until tomorrow,
The girl who is ready for touring day two.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Fear: The good, the bad, and....
One of my favorite things to do is talk about fear.
I feel that if we can open up to ourselves and each other about the things we fear, then we can accept it and move on. It's really simple, right?
...
Right???
When I teach singing or guitar to students, they are often nervous of performing. Whether it is in front of me or a larger audience, they get scared.
I like to ask them "What is the worst that can happen if you do make a mistake?"
They usually look at me blankly, so I continue. "Well, I guess if you were to mess up, the world could end... or the building could collapse... or you could accidentally throw up on every single person that was in attendance... or you could open your mouth to sing and wasps could fly out and sting everyone"
That is when most of my students look at me like I am crazy.
Maybe because I am.
I am crazy, but I am also pretty ballsy. I have been told this many, many times. I would like to think I am ballsy because if I let my fear control me I would be stuck in my bedroom with my cats for the rest of my days. I don't want to live like that (no matter how cute the lil' guys are), so I have made a choice to attack fear before it attacks me.
I have just released my first debut EP this past weekend, and it was a lot of work. The hard work was the easy part in comparison to the fears I had to fight. "Will people like it?", "Will I do a good job promoting it?", "What if no one shows up to my show?" among other concerns danced through my mind.
One day, I sat down and wrote everything that I was scared of out. Every little thing about my music, my future, my life. I looked at it and asked, "What's the worst that can happen?" And immediately thought of the scene from Frankenstein where he was being chased by the mob of angry villagers.
That was the worst thing I could imagine happening. I release my album, and almost instantly an angry mob would hunt me down, obviously. But now that I knew that that was the worst that could happen to me, I knew I could survive anything else.
Mind you, I honestly don't know what I would've done if an angry mob appeared, but heck. I was mentally ready for it.
I mention this because as I am writing this, I am fighting the fear monster once again. In two days I will be heading out on the road by myself for 12 days to tour British Columbia. I haven't done anything like this for a very very long time. Heck, I cannot remember the last time I was out of town for more than 6 days.
I know, many of you may be saying "people do this all the time... you'll be fine", which is true. But this is uncharted territory for me; something I fear.
I have always been a very careful person with my choices in life. This past year, however, I have thrown caution to the wind (well as much as I could) and taken the risks and done things I wouldn't have done in the past. And you know what? Every moment, every risk, every detour, rejection EVERYTHING, has been worth it. Worth every moment. I have never felt so alive and so happy in my life. And I have never felt as though I am just getting started - which is the most exciting part of all.
So! I have looked at every option for the worst things that could happen to me on my tour, and I am ready for it all. The good, the bad, and the way it's meant to be.
Until next time I have to conquer my fears,
The girl who isn't afraid anymore.
SIDENOTE:
For those of you that are interested, I will be updating this blog along with my facebook page and twitter with all of my adventures on my tour.
I feel that if we can open up to ourselves and each other about the things we fear, then we can accept it and move on. It's really simple, right?
...
Right???
When I teach singing or guitar to students, they are often nervous of performing. Whether it is in front of me or a larger audience, they get scared.
I like to ask them "What is the worst that can happen if you do make a mistake?"
They usually look at me blankly, so I continue. "Well, I guess if you were to mess up, the world could end... or the building could collapse... or you could accidentally throw up on every single person that was in attendance... or you could open your mouth to sing and wasps could fly out and sting everyone"
That is when most of my students look at me like I am crazy.
Maybe because I am.
I am crazy, but I am also pretty ballsy. I have been told this many, many times. I would like to think I am ballsy because if I let my fear control me I would be stuck in my bedroom with my cats for the rest of my days. I don't want to live like that (no matter how cute the lil' guys are), so I have made a choice to attack fear before it attacks me.
I have just released my first debut EP this past weekend, and it was a lot of work. The hard work was the easy part in comparison to the fears I had to fight. "Will people like it?", "Will I do a good job promoting it?", "What if no one shows up to my show?" among other concerns danced through my mind.
One day, I sat down and wrote everything that I was scared of out. Every little thing about my music, my future, my life. I looked at it and asked, "What's the worst that can happen?" And immediately thought of the scene from Frankenstein where he was being chased by the mob of angry villagers.
That was the worst thing I could imagine happening. I release my album, and almost instantly an angry mob would hunt me down, obviously. But now that I knew that that was the worst that could happen to me, I knew I could survive anything else.
Mind you, I honestly don't know what I would've done if an angry mob appeared, but heck. I was mentally ready for it.
I mention this because as I am writing this, I am fighting the fear monster once again. In two days I will be heading out on the road by myself for 12 days to tour British Columbia. I haven't done anything like this for a very very long time. Heck, I cannot remember the last time I was out of town for more than 6 days.
I know, many of you may be saying "people do this all the time... you'll be fine", which is true. But this is uncharted territory for me; something I fear.
I have always been a very careful person with my choices in life. This past year, however, I have thrown caution to the wind (well as much as I could) and taken the risks and done things I wouldn't have done in the past. And you know what? Every moment, every risk, every detour, rejection EVERYTHING, has been worth it. Worth every moment. I have never felt so alive and so happy in my life. And I have never felt as though I am just getting started - which is the most exciting part of all.
So! I have looked at every option for the worst things that could happen to me on my tour, and I am ready for it all. The good, the bad, and the way it's meant to be.
Until next time I have to conquer my fears,
The girl who isn't afraid anymore.
SIDENOTE:
For those of you that are interested, I will be updating this blog along with my facebook page and twitter with all of my adventures on my tour.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Healthy Competition for the Easily Excitable.
When I was growing up, I was more of a tomboy than an artsy girl. My how times change...
I always participated in sports, but sadly (and not shockingly) the teams I was a part of never did well. I am a huge fan of reminiscing, so here are a few examples:
- My high school basketball team once lost to another school by over a hundred points. Our team only had 4 points, so that was a thing.
-One time my basketball team was losing so badly that the coach asked me to fake an injury because he knew I wanted to be an actor. I jumped up to catch a rebound and "fell down". Guys, it was awful. I didn't really hurt myself, but it was convincing, and everyone was concerned, but I was LYING. To this day I don't really know why our coach wanted me to do that, but oh that GUILT carries with me...
-I was taking a test for my Tae Kwon Do red belt and I almost kicked someone in the teeth. Instead, I threw out my knee, subsequently making me have knee surgery at the tender age of 16 and not get the red belt I had worked so hard for.
-I once threw a bat at someone on my co-ed baseball team because he mentioned that baseball was a good sport for me because I was overweight and anyone who plays baseball is out of shape. Needless to say, I was removed from the team. (Side note: I DO NOT like Baseball now... some things you just can't let go)
I guess you could say that I have drifted away from my competitive sports-related past, but I have definitely kept some of those qualities. I am still kind of a competitive person at heart, but I also have developed a very short attention span over the years, allowing me to not really care about winning or losing. I do remember one time I have won first place in something...
If you look verrrry closely, it actually does say "First Place"
When I was in high school, I was a shot-putter. Yep, that was what I did. I tossed very heavy balls around. I went to my first (and last) city-wide track and field event at the University of Manitoba, where I awaited to be called for my turn to participate. I waited and waited, and finally they called for the senior female shot-putters. MY TIME TO SHINE. I strutted over to the part of the field, and checked in with the official. I looked around, and saw that no one else was walking over. As it turned out, there were NO OTHER SHOT-PUTTERS in my category. Not one other person in Winnipeg was going to compete against me. The official felt bad, and I was pretty upset. By default, they ended up giving me the First Place ribbon.
Yep. I got First Place. By default.
Yep.
I still have the ribbon. It is on my aptly titled "board of life laughs" by my desk in my apartment, alongside numerous letters of rejection for bank loans, letters from financial institutions with the heading WITHOUT PREJUDICE as well as passive aggressive "good luck" cards from old employers after I had told them I was quitting to work in the arts. It's a great lil' board. Always makes me laugh.
The reason why I've been doing a lot of looking back on my awards/medals (or lack thereof) lately is because I have recently been nominated for an Edmonton Music Award in the "Artist to Watch" category. This is nothing in comparison to the Shot-Put debacle of 1999, as I know there are some really great artists in my category that I am alongside. I always hate when you hear Oscar-nominated actors say "It's just an honour to be nominated", but I actually have to say that it is just an honour to be nominated. Even if I don't win I will still be so proud of myself and everyone who has been nominated (although I have heard that the award you receive is actually a bottle of wine, so COME ON. That award was MADE for me).
The fun part of the award that I am nominated for is that it is decided by public votes. That means that YOU (yes, you) can vote to see me win! And heck, if it turns out I win a bottle of wine, I'll try my best to share it with y'all (no promises though...).
If you are interested in voting for me, please visit:
https://yeglive.ca/ema-2013-
While you are there, you can also vote for "People's Choice", and I highly recommend voting for my good friends, Collective West. They are super rad and deserve this award. Thanks all!
Until next time I want to recount all my competitive failures,
The girl who may actually win something....one day.
*As an aside, I just want to make it known that even though I am nominated for the "Artist to Watch" award, that doesn't mean you should start creepily watching me (in other words: stalking). If you have been stalking me for a while, keep up the good work! I haven't noticed you...yet.*
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Day-tripping for loners.
This past Monday, I went on a day trip. To Calgary. By myself.
I know, not big news. Not even by a long shot.
But, I don't have my own car, and I am a huge fan of road trips. HUGE. If you were wondering what to get me for Valentine's Day to make me love you forever, it would be access to unlimited road trips.
But I would have to be alone.
See, I love my friends. I really do. I have some of the best friends a gal could ask for. But sometimes, I really like to drive all by myself and be solo tourist.
So I drove my good friend Justin to work Monday morning (that was one of the stipulations for me to use his car for the day) and I went on my merrily way. It should be known that I am not a morning person, but I really do love mornings. So here I was, still waking up, driving down the QEII in a southerly direction. It was beautiful. The sun was shining as if I were in a movie. It was perfect.
I did have one thing to do in Calgary, which was to record two songs for a radio station (they will be playing my songs on rotation from 9-midnight weeknights, and if you feel so inclined you can listen/request/support them here). Other than that, I was free as a bird. I was thinking of contacting my pals in Calgary (And seeing how I haven't been there for over a year, there was a lot of catching up to be had), but I decided against it. No, it wasn't because I was a heartless wench who says she has the best friends in the world yet doesn't care about them, it was because I LOVE being alone.
Sounds weird, right?
Well, if it sounds so weird, why does Heart sing about needing to get someone alone? Huh? HUH?!?!? Exactly.
I love being in a place that is not where I live, and being alone. I know. I am weird. I get it.
So. I had lunch, went to the station, recorded the songs (one of which was a cover of Leonard Cohen's "Ain't No Cure For Love", so ya know, Happy Valentine's day!), went to a few really rad record stores (I may have bought a few Tears for Fears albums which are my new best friends, among others...) and took myself out for dinner at a nice little place called Blue Star Diner. It was wonderful. I got home around in the late evening, and I felt like I had been at the spa - not like I had been driving for over 6 hours. It was really amazing what a day trip all alone can do.
I think I will be ready for my 12 day tour in May. If anything, I am very very excited for it.
Until next time I decide to take myself out for a solo day trip,
The girl who is made for the open road.
I know, not big news. Not even by a long shot.
But, I don't have my own car, and I am a huge fan of road trips. HUGE. If you were wondering what to get me for Valentine's Day to make me love you forever, it would be access to unlimited road trips.
But I would have to be alone.
See, I love my friends. I really do. I have some of the best friends a gal could ask for. But sometimes, I really like to drive all by myself and be solo tourist.
So I drove my good friend Justin to work Monday morning (that was one of the stipulations for me to use his car for the day) and I went on my merrily way. It should be known that I am not a morning person, but I really do love mornings. So here I was, still waking up, driving down the QEII in a southerly direction. It was beautiful. The sun was shining as if I were in a movie. It was perfect.
I did have one thing to do in Calgary, which was to record two songs for a radio station (they will be playing my songs on rotation from 9-midnight weeknights, and if you feel so inclined you can listen/request/support them here). Other than that, I was free as a bird. I was thinking of contacting my pals in Calgary (And seeing how I haven't been there for over a year, there was a lot of catching up to be had), but I decided against it. No, it wasn't because I was a heartless wench who says she has the best friends in the world yet doesn't care about them, it was because I LOVE being alone.
Sounds weird, right?
Well, if it sounds so weird, why does Heart sing about needing to get someone alone? Huh? HUH?!?!? Exactly.
I love being in a place that is not where I live, and being alone. I know. I am weird. I get it.
So. I had lunch, went to the station, recorded the songs (one of which was a cover of Leonard Cohen's "Ain't No Cure For Love", so ya know, Happy Valentine's day!), went to a few really rad record stores (I may have bought a few Tears for Fears albums which are my new best friends, among others...) and took myself out for dinner at a nice little place called Blue Star Diner. It was wonderful. I got home around in the late evening, and I felt like I had been at the spa - not like I had been driving for over 6 hours. It was really amazing what a day trip all alone can do.
I think I will be ready for my 12 day tour in May. If anything, I am very very excited for it.
Until next time I decide to take myself out for a solo day trip,
The girl who is made for the open road.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tales from the land of tour-planning: From fear to stress to happiness to wine in one night.
Here comes the news of the day:
This one-woman show is taking it to the streets. (And no, I am not homeless again...)
In case I haven't told you (or in case you haven't been inundated with the onslaught of personal info I have been tossing around) I am releasing my debut EP Our Glory in May (May 4th to be exact - YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST!) and I am planning a Western Canadian tour to support that (don't worry my east-of-Edmonton friends, I will trek out east in JUNE!). This will be the first time I have planned, and ventured out on a tour all by my lonesome, and I have to say: it's been such an amazing experience so far. And I haven't even hit the pavement yet!
In the past 2 weeks, I have sent approximately 50 emails to various live music venues, house concert groups, and just about anyone who will allow me to email them about playing in their garage/shack/veranda/Bavarian-inspired guest house/pet store/bowling alleys/ANYWHERE while in BC. I have come to terms with the fact that many (read: most) emails are not being responded to. It can be a little bit of an ego-bruise to me (just like all the letters I send out to all of my suitors. ALL those letters. To ALL those suitors...) But you know what, heck, I understand. Live music venues are like the popular kids in the room (let me finish-I think I am onto something with this metaphor...), whereas I (as a musician and a person) am the weirdo child picking my nose lying on a pile of similarly odd children all picking their noses in different and unique ways. Now those popular kids have to choose from a pile of snotty kids which ones they will spend their recess with each day, and I can assume that it is not an easy choice at all. (Metaphor achieved!)
What it comes down to is that there are only so many ways you can say "Hey! I'm an awesome human being and a great musician! Please oh for the love of all that is holy in the world hire me!" Before you have a bit of a mental episode.
I have been saying all that for 2 weeks now.
Commence mental episode (or would it be considered a mental series...?).
It actually isn't that bad. I have only been a bit more mental than usual, which is already on the going-mental side of things. I think I am doing a-okay.
And to be honest, all hope is not lost in the land of tour planning; I have gotten some bites! It is amazing. Who knew that an unknown-on the music scene lass like myself would get some responses! I am seriously super excited and shocked and happy, all at the same time (I know, it's weird). There are so many of us out there, plugging away at writing good songs, playing shows and doing the business of all that is musical, and here I am getting gigs in a province I have never played in. Yes, I have been working super duper hard at this, and I can see the work I do coming around and proving itself to me. Still, it makes me take step back everyday and realize how lucky I am.
It's funny. The feeling I feel every time I go to write an email to a venue, or check my email, or look up new places to play, I feel like I am in the honeymoon stage of a relationship. You know that point at the beginning of a relationship (or in movies, the whole relationship) how excited you feel when you see that they've called you, or when you plan to see them, et cetera... (the closest I've gotten to that is when my cats pay attention to me because they want food). When I am working on my tour, I get that funny feeling in my stomach that is nerves and excitement and joy all barreled up into one. It is such a wonderful feeling. I understand (just like all relationships) there will be a lot of work to do, but I am ready for it. I have been waiting to do this for a long time, and now it's happening. I couldn't be more happy.
Until the next time I can take a break from tour planning,
The girl who is going places-literally.
This one-woman show is taking it to the streets. (And no, I am not homeless again...)
In case I haven't told you (or in case you haven't been inundated with the onslaught of personal info I have been tossing around) I am releasing my debut EP Our Glory in May (May 4th to be exact - YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST!) and I am planning a Western Canadian tour to support that (don't worry my east-of-Edmonton friends, I will trek out east in JUNE!). This will be the first time I have planned, and ventured out on a tour all by my lonesome, and I have to say: it's been such an amazing experience so far. And I haven't even hit the pavement yet!
In the past 2 weeks, I have sent approximately 50 emails to various live music venues, house concert groups, and just about anyone who will allow me to email them about playing in their garage/shack/veranda/Bavarian-inspired guest house/pet store/bowling alleys/ANYWHERE while in BC. I have come to terms with the fact that many (read: most) emails are not being responded to. It can be a little bit of an ego-bruise to me (just like all the letters I send out to all of my suitors. ALL those letters. To ALL those suitors...) But you know what, heck, I understand. Live music venues are like the popular kids in the room (let me finish-I think I am onto something with this metaphor...), whereas I (as a musician and a person) am the weirdo child picking my nose lying on a pile of similarly odd children all picking their noses in different and unique ways. Now those popular kids have to choose from a pile of snotty kids which ones they will spend their recess with each day, and I can assume that it is not an easy choice at all. (Metaphor achieved!)
What it comes down to is that there are only so many ways you can say "Hey! I'm an awesome human being and a great musician! Please oh for the love of all that is holy in the world hire me!" Before you have a bit of a mental episode.
I have been saying all that for 2 weeks now.
Commence mental episode (or would it be considered a mental series...?).
It actually isn't that bad. I have only been a bit more mental than usual, which is already on the going-mental side of things. I think I am doing a-okay.
And to be honest, all hope is not lost in the land of tour planning; I have gotten some bites! It is amazing. Who knew that an unknown-on the music scene lass like myself would get some responses! I am seriously super excited and shocked and happy, all at the same time (I know, it's weird). There are so many of us out there, plugging away at writing good songs, playing shows and doing the business of all that is musical, and here I am getting gigs in a province I have never played in. Yes, I have been working super duper hard at this, and I can see the work I do coming around and proving itself to me. Still, it makes me take step back everyday and realize how lucky I am.
It's funny. The feeling I feel every time I go to write an email to a venue, or check my email, or look up new places to play, I feel like I am in the honeymoon stage of a relationship. You know that point at the beginning of a relationship (or in movies, the whole relationship) how excited you feel when you see that they've called you, or when you plan to see them, et cetera... (the closest I've gotten to that is when my cats pay attention to me because they want food). When I am working on my tour, I get that funny feeling in my stomach that is nerves and excitement and joy all barreled up into one. It is such a wonderful feeling. I understand (just like all relationships) there will be a lot of work to do, but I am ready for it. I have been waiting to do this for a long time, and now it's happening. I couldn't be more happy.
Until the next time I can take a break from tour planning,
The girl who is going places-literally.
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