Halloweeeeen

Right now, scrambling to put a costume together (on the cheap)

and trying to decide whether or not I want to get political tonight...

pics tomorrow!

Pics from The Annex!

Update: 2:47 AM

I just licked the inside of the wrapper clean

is that gross?

because it was totally worth it.

Now I think I'll go to sleep and let it marinate : )

2:35 AM

I can't sleep

It's freezing in my room

and I've been eyeing a milk chocolate truffle bar for about an hour now.

Should I go for it?

yes

...

omg I wish you knew how amazing this tastes right now

sooooo good

Beyonce is EVERYWHERE!

Last night I dreamt Beyonce and I were good friends. She came to pick me up in a beat up old station wagon, and as soon as I  jumped in the front seat, she told me she had just finished writing a new song and wanted me to hear it. Of course I wanted to hear it. So she started singing, a capella, as we drove... 

It was the most beautiful song. 

I'd never given Beyonce much credit as a writer, but these lyrics were poignant and clever, the melody was beautiful, it was perfect. I started to cry, partially because I felt guilty for underestimating her, but mainly because the song was so moving. We arrived at our destination, she cut the engine and we just sat there in silence. Finally, she looked over at me and asked if she would see me the next day; I said yes, we hugged and that was it. 

It's weird because this is the third dream I've had where Beyonce has made an appearance. In the first dream, she was observing me from a distance but we had no interaction. In the second dream, I was presented with an opportunity to work with her but I totally choked, and in this last dream we were like old friends. I'm not really sure what it means, but if Beyonce symbolizes success and/or my musical aspirations, maybe I'm getting closer...

Oh, and I spent all morning trying to remember the song. No luck. 

A Broken Record

boy meets girl

girl meets boy

girl falls in love and gives boy everything

boy wants to keep his options open

boy leaves girl

girl is blindsided

boy makes sincere attempt to appear concerned

girl is still in love with boy

(repeat)

boy is genius.

Where to Start

For those of you who don't know me personally, I relentlessly overanalyze my work; Needless to say I've gone through several drafts of this first blog. Each version is completely different, and none of those rejects will ever see the light of day. With every new draft I kept thinking to myself, why the fuss? it's not that serious. Eventually I convinced myself that I didn't have anything important to say, nothing that couldn't go unread, no cure for cancer. But then today I was listening to Joni Mitchell's "Woodstock" and the lyrics haunted me: 

We are stardust

We are golden

And we've got to get ourselves

Back to the garden

  

The song is inspiring and these particular lines made me realize that although we are all on different paths, in many ways we are on the same journey. We are all dust but for the short time given to us on this earth and in our time we all make a tiny footprint, our contribution to the universe. Music is my path and contribution, but my journey, like so many, is a quest for purpose, love, happiness, and fulfillment. And when I thought about it that way, the intimidating gap between me-the-artist and you-the-audience narrowed to nil.

So I'm starting the blog... And however minuscule my footprint may be in the scope of time (or other footprints), this is one attempt to dig my heels in a little deeper while I can. 

Here I will share my thoughts and recount the exciting, unfortunate and random events of my daily life. I suspect it will turn out to be more of a stream of consciousness than anything else. At the very least, I'm happy to entertain, but my real hope is that you will find we have something truly meaningful in common.