My heart is full.
Some of you know I’ve been a little down on the musician part of
myself. The part that feels like I have to promote and beg people to
come to my gigs. The part that feels like I have to play gigs, as opposed to wanting to. It’s that whole indie music business stuff. (you can read an entry about it on my MySpace blog. I rarely blog there but when I do, it's usually about music.)
I used to love writing and playing my music. I’ve always loved singing and performing. Somehow that has shifted over the last couple of years.
Usually things fall into place when I get on stage and I begin to remember why I love it so much. Like last week’s gig at The Cat Club. I was anxious as hell until I got on stage. I reminded myself of the reasons I started making my own music - to share. Not to perform. So last week wasn’t my best performance but it was a comfortable one.
Today I’m reminded once again.
I received an email from a fan. Truly. A fan. A beautiful being who is so moved by my CD that she blogged poetry inspired by one of my songs. It blew me away. To think that someone (other than a friend or family member) is on a spiritual journey with my lyrics by her side. I dunno. It’s just heart-warming.
That’s the reminder. I love connecting with people. Through words, music, video, face-to-face, however. It’s just about the connection. And even more, it’s about connecting to spirit. My music was created from my journey. It means what it means to me. And I love that it takes - or accompanies - others on their journeys. And it means whatever it means to the listener.
That’s why I sing. To share. It’s not just my story anymore. It’s ours.