For you, it might be your nightmare. Spotlight. Microphone. An instrument you haven't touched in 18 months. All eyes on you, the very first thing the audience sees and hears of a big, important radio show. But ah, audience, how I have missed you.
Just singing just one song to a 619-seat sold-out theater made me exhale like I haven't in many a moon. Sure, I know most of them weren't there for me. They were there for an NPR show.
But I had forgotten how relaxed and at ease being center stage makes me feel. I had forgotten what it's like to connect to an audience -- to make them smile, laugh, and applaud. To sing loudly and to play a gorgeous Emmylou Gibson guitar that had been exiled to storage (climate controlled, of course) for well over a year.
It's like yoga, times a thousand.
Now, if someone could just please book me a bunch of shows just as fab as Friday's. Lights, stages, audiences that show up on time, sound engineers. Ahhhhh. Somehow amateurs have "managers," so why haven't I ever had one?
I'm on the upswing, friends!
Monday, February 4, 2013
Yoga at a Microphone in a Crowded room.
Posted by Brigid Kaelin
I'm a Kentucky singer-songwriter, mom to a 3-year-old and a baby, car-free, vegetarian-type who likes traveling, interesting facts, castles, novels, funny people, swimming, home-birth, science, eating and writing. I haven't slept through the night in, like, 4 years, so I'm kinda wacky these days. I write about traveling with kiddos, baking, and how to balance self-employment and artistry with parenting.