Elizabeth Gilbert challenging the notion that creativity equals crazy.
That following what is inside you and listening to your “calling” to be an artist, or writer, poet, singer, welder, whatever, will NOT inevidably lead to your downfall and probable depression or drug overdose at worst.
Instead, this is really the only sane option you have. How can you not listen to that voice that’s telling you to paint, or draw, or sing, or dance or even just play? That is insanity to me. To block out the most true thing you know?? sad and scary.
Anyway, I hope this sparks something for you guys.
is going to be amazing. And I can’t believe I’m saying this.
I feel odd being so excited about something I’ve recorded. The past two recording projects I’ve done have been just…well….good. Not too honest, not too real, not too earth shattering. I know people have enjoyed them and I don’t mean to dump on their enjoyment, but honestly, I’ve never been extremely proud of what I have had to represent me record wise. I’ve always felt when presenting my music (beyong playing live, which I can deliver and oddly connect with in an incredible way), that I had to kind of apologize before…like, “oh, well, this is old stuff…”.
Anyway, this new material is just so exciting, and I really am truly proud. For the first time, I cannot wait to let people listen. My producer, Mark Turrigiano, wisely suggested that I wait, and not let anyone hear unfinished stuff. Again big change. In the past, I’ve let people in the whole way through, dumb open book that i am,…but someone recently told me, you only have one chance at a first impression, and why the fuck would i blow it?
So yes. Besides my boyfriend and some people who’ve threatened me physically, (kidding), almost noone has heard this new stuff, and that is also extremely exciting. Its my baby, and I’m being protective, and I love it.
This confident, totally proud feeling is new and itchy and not-me, and I’m still figuring out quite how to wear it. So forgive me if I make you wait just a little longer to hear any of it… I know it’s been so long…. but for now, its still just mine.
I have been informed that my lack of posting is killing the hot momentum of my blog. Literally, tens of people are disappointed that my newest and most compelling thoughts are not available for immediate consumption. To both of you, I’m sorry.
Okay, but really, some amazing stuff has happened the past couple days.
#1. I licensed a song for a movie.
#2. Just One of the Guys was on vh1 tonight - (Buddy is the most underrated character of any movie in the last 30 years. How his career did take off I cannot understand).
#3. I’ve been holed up in the cradle of creativity (wantaugh, long island, obv) for the last 2 days and have written two amaaaaaaaaaaaaazing songs. They make the Beatles sound like dog shit. sup.
In closing, I will leave you this picture of stump, who won the Westminster Kennel Show this year.
An amazing time to start anything is at 3:20 am, after taking a benadryl. boom.
Tonight i did the NY songwriting circle at the Bitter End. I haven’t played there in a couple of years, since I first started playing in NYC, and it was kind of homey, and kind of odd, and kind of nice.
But you should know that songwriter circles, or singers in the round, or really, anything in the round, is just incredibly awkward for the people up there. You’re basically being watched as you react to other people’s babies (songs = babies), and you have to make sure you’re rocking your head back and forth and looking really like you’re quite taken with the other people’s music (some of which you are, some not so much), otherwise you come across as a narcassistic butthole. wow, I love that phrase. Note to self, use butthole twice in a sentence tomorrow.
Anyway, thank god most of the people I did it with tonight were quite good (check out http://www.myspace.com/cooperband), but still, even though I was digging the music, I felt so awkward being up there while i was listening.
It’s so strange, but often when we’re most interested in a song we’re hearing, we don’t actually look like we’re enjoying it. Ie: We might have a twisted, concentrated, frowning face on when we love something! Its just our gutteral reaction and smiling actually doesn’t come that naturally….unless an artist really takes you somewhere that feels “happy”, you often look uncomfortable.
Sometimes when I’m performing, I’ll see someone in the audience look really twisted up and miserable, but then after the show, the frowner is the person who is hugging me the hardest and buying my album, etc. He actually was enjoying it more than the chicks giggling and smiling, cause he was really, truly working on listening. Hence my title.