let’s all move to switzerland.
in MP3, Performance, video
as anything, back-up, dancers, move, music, music video, playing music, reverse, switzerland, video, week
I made a little video.
I guess it’s a music video, but only because it’s a video of me playing music.
Not because there’s back-up dancers or mirrors shattering in reverse or anything as exciting as that, unfortunately.
Anyway, enjoy.
And have a lovely week.
Hopefully, it’ll have more back-up dancers and mirrors shattering in reverse than this video does.
If you’re lucky.
spring and gershwin.
in Funny Stuff, MP3, Thoughts and Feelings
as audition, bad habit, breaths, child, Forward, gershwin song, half, heart and soul, hour and a half, Jess, kind, life, love song, playing music, pop, pray, song, spring, Ugh, worship team
Spring forward, friends.
I like both those words. All three of them, actually.
Spring.
Forward.
Friends.
Spring. New life. Nope, don’t mind that. Forward. As in keep moving. THANK GOD, because, when I look back, I still shudder a little and I never ever want to go back there. And friends. The best kind of people in the world are friends, I think.
I have been feeling some anxiety all day. Ugh. No fun at all. I was talking to my mom about it. “Well, Jess, you really might not be concentrating on your breathing,” she said. “You might need to learn to deepen your breaths…”
I looked at her.
“Mom,” I said, “I spent an hour and a half doing yoga this morning.”
At which point she decided to just pray for me. Cause if an hour plus of yoga doesn’t straighten out your breathing, then God help you, child.
Tonight, before I went to bed, my pop calls out to me: “Jess! Your worship team is doing it in the morning, right?”
“If by doing it you mean playing music, then yes, because that is the only thing I have planned.”
My pop laughs.
I am too deadpan to join in.
We make jokes around here, folks; I hope you don’t mind.
I am right now picking the skin off my lips. Shoot. This is a bad habit of mine. My family says I do this when I am upset or anxious. Perhaps I need more yoga. Perhaps I need more prayer. Probably both.
Tonight, I decided to play and sing through a few songs in my audition book. I really love that Gershwin song, The Man I Love. It’s sentimental and cheesy and a love song. Sometimes I love sentimental and cheesy and a love song. There’s a line in the song that says,
And when he comes my way, I’ll do my best to make him stay.
That’s a little poignant now. A little ironic. A little whatever cause I am not gonna spend my heart and soul trying to make anyone stay. Like, ever. But I think he’ll want to, anyway. I mean, I do make some good cookies and I do know a few jokes, so yeah.
Anyway, here is the song:
frightened rabbit song
in MP3, Thoughts and Feelings
as basement, cheerful color, mandolin, music, playing music, recording music, room, Shane, snap, Suite, those dogs
You know, it’s no secret that I am living in my parents’ basement. But what you don’t know is that, in order to get to my room, I walk through what I affectionately refer to as the dog room. And well, I love those dogs, I really do, but they smell. And they are large. And [...]
thursday night cliffs notes.
in Funny Stuff, Performance
as band, brilliant idea, Guy, Jane, Jess, night, playing music, Shane, shess, something, tight spot, tonight, zombies
Highlights of the evening, in no particular order. So, I’m in a band now. First time ever. We came to the decision tonight, but not without having That Conversation. You know, somebody mentions how you’ve been spending a lot of time playing music together lately. Someone else wonders aloud what that means. Finally, one of [...]
a pretty good week. yes I just said that.
in Uncategorized
as Dominic, kind, lot, music, new friend, playing music, recording music, something, today, week, whiz, writing music
This has actually been a pretty good week, all things considered. I know, I know, WHAT? Before you make sure that you didn’t accidentally click on some pop-up add that whisked you away from thislifeinwriting.com faster than you could say the word emo, let me assure you: you haven’t left. And that’s what I said [...]
