Life of a Creative Mum

Another hidden gem…
February 17, 2010, 2:25 pm
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We were driving from Oregon into California, headed for San Francisco, and needed to eat some food that was not made from wheat and cheese and and was not frozen and heated in a hotel microwave.

Morgan, at last, agreed to get Thai food – and we found this amazing place, owned by the mother (the chef) and daughter (the hostess) with her 11 month old son who was bigger than Harvey at almost twice his age… and talking parrots in the car park!

The food was delicious, and family was friendly. It’s another hidden gem that I’ll remember when we next drive up or down the west coast.


Sick girl treat
February 14, 2010, 5:04 pm
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So I didn’t sing last night – could barely even talk. But was very touched and grateful that many of the people at the show at come specifically wanting to hear me play. That made me feel like it’s still useful and valid for me to play.

In my place, Tony Falco’s son’s band played a great set of original music, then Fleurine and Brad Mehldau followed with a short but very sweet set of piano and vocal music. I loved getting to sit back and hear them both. I was happy that it was Fleurine on stage, negotiating her 2 year old son who wanted to breast feed while she was singing, not me and Harvey! I was also happy to hear Brad’s incredible covers of both Neil Young and Nirvana songs.

I’ll be back at Falcon Arts later in the year – the space is amazing, Tony is amazing, and I can’t wait to play there!

Singing with no voice
February 12, 2010, 9:50 pm
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I’m supposed to be performing tomorrow night, at Falcon Arts in Marlboro, NY. I’ve played there a few times before, and the hosts are great people, the room is beautiful (though this is the first time I’d be performing in their new space, but I’m thinking it will be as special as the old space, the barn in the Falco’s back yard), and the people who come to listen actually listen.

But we all three caught some kind of killer bronchial cold from Harvey’s cousins on the West Coast last weekend, and this morning I called Falcon Arts to say that I wouldn’t be able to play after all.

Morgan took Harvey out to lunch and to run errands so that I could get some work done, but instead, I took some painkillers for all the aches and congestion, and picked up my bass to see if I could get any notes out at all. I stood alone in the empty house and sang, and felt a part of myself re-emerge from somewhere I hadn’t known.

Something about performing that I always found important was to be constantly creating something new and bringing it out into the world. I didn’t like it when I heard people play all the time, and they always played the same songs, over and over again, I felt like they must be bored. Now that I don’t perform any where near as often as I used to – twice since Harvey was born nearly 2 years ago, compared to several times a month for the 10 years before that – and have written even fewer songs – none since well before Harvey was born – I felt that if I was actually going to play, then I would need to have written something new, even if I didn’t perform it tomorrow night, it was just important for me to be active as a songwriter to validate to myself that I am still one at all.

One of my fears is that once I had children I would feel the urge to write sweet songs about my babies, so was relieved that when I sat down to write, even though the song was about Harvey, it was about how terrible it would be to lose him – so I can still write sad songs even though I’m very happy!

Californian Mountains
February 2, 2010, 7:52 pm
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We have driven from Seattle, to Portland and now on towards San Francisco – it’s rained every day, but I love it.

As we drive, we talk about ideas and thoughts, we laugh out loud, and we eat oranges.

I’m beginning to appreciate more and more how lucky we are as a family to be together on the road.

I love the mountains, and I love the work that I do, and I love being with my family.