Monday, March 30, 2009

Arizona wrap up

Arizona Renaissance Festival is over. It was exactly the experience I wanted. The fair itself and the people involved exceeded my expectations in just about every way I could have imagined. I found a few photos of my performing.

Jason Parker of the Yellow Pages took this cute stage photo.

Raven took these two performance photos.

Thank you to everyone who made me feel so at home and made me laugh and fed me and everything else.  I hope to see you all again next year!!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Look what I found

I almost stepped on this little guy. He held still long enough for a picture and away he went.




Monday, March 09, 2009

Experimentation

Life is a journey for learning. That's one of the reasons I love music so much. The journey will never be over. There's always something to learn, either within music itself or with the act of performing and/or seemingly unrelated things like fixing a flat tire on the way to a gig.
The last five weeks here at Arizona Ren Fest, I have had a safety set of songs ready to be performed especially for those times when I have a full audience. Even with my safe set of songs (songs that I know so well that even a screaming child covered in bells hanging from the rafters of my stage couldn't mess me up) I still experiment. Performance is more than just singing a song. It would be a pretty boring show if I stood on the stage, sang eight songs carefully and then went away. Many of my songs are not in English. I translate them with some liberty and lots of energy. It's actually the songs in English that I have a harder time finding something funny or at least interesting to say. Over these five weeks I have been slowly collecting the lines and jokes that work. I have also introduced a few new songs to my stage performing. This has been such a great time.
I realized this morning that I could summarize all if this as my goal for how I want to perform. I want to present real music with an entertaining sense of humor. I don't want to do the same ol' stuff. I don't want to talk down to peoples' intelligence. I just want to be able to be entertaining enough to give people something real and let them enjoy it.



Friday, March 06, 2009

Top of the World

Some friends and I climbed the Peralta Trail. It is a pretty well established path, but it's not a piece of cake. The path is very rocky, some spots are very steep and it's about two miles to the destination.
The great part about this trail is that at every rest spot (which seem to make themselves known without signs or benches) we would turn around toward where we had been and a new layer to the view had been added. It was really spectacular.








The destination: Weaver's Needle.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

A story

I wish that I had a photograph to go with this story, but all I have is an amazing moment that I hope I can describe to you.

Saturday at the fair went well in spite of my runny nose and watery eyes. I ate fantastic barbeque at a friend's place and made it back to my bed just after 10. One dog WAILED in a shrill barky howly way until about 11:30. After that, my sinuses and weird dreams kept me from sleeping much. I decided that I would give myself a break and promised to take it easy on Sunday. I prepared myself for a crummy day.

I sang a couple of songs at my first set when a dad carrying his three year old red haired daughter came in to take a seat. I always take a second to say hi to the young kids. Dad said she saw me and wanted to come listen. I told her we must be sisters because of our matching hair. I sang another song and at the end I heard the dad chuckle and tell the little girl "I don't know, you'll have to ask her." I looked at her and asked what her question was. Dad answered that she wondered if I would sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I told her that I would if she would come sing it with me. She ran up and stepped onto the stage as if I was someone she had always known. I knelt down to her level and she latched onto my right arm. I asked her how the song starts. She shyly mumbled that she didn't know so I suggested that I would start it. She remained glued to my arm while I sang to her. When I finished I told her that that was great. I love that song. She was delighted and went back to her dad and they listened some more.

Those are the moments that make a clogged head and howling dog worth it.