This tours really been getting to me, reflection-wise. After a year and a half of being away, having struggled with the notion of continuing as well as the notion of not continuing, I found myself singing in the living room of a good friend in Antwerp tonight, to twenty-three audience members (which happens to be her very lucky number), singing songs Ive written and performed over the past few years. In some moments, in my self-understanding, I was this familiar friend among friends, with core traits that havent changed and life-circumstances that have. In other moments, I was the evolved-since-last-time musician, in some, aware of the new faces I had not yet met, who were there to listen because they had heard about me. And in some moments I was so out of body and so intensely IN my body it felt as though the song might rip my very skin apart to get out fully, both frightening and liberating, all while seeing the room, as if from above. Four men cried to the point of having to go calm down after one of the songs. What am I doing? Where do the songs come from? How did I get so lucky that I meet such welcoming ears, and such friendly words? And yet, after almost seven years on the road, Im starting to accept that this is my life. A heart-felt thanks to Ingrid Veerman, Inneke23, for sharing her heart, home and scene (and beautiful voice!) And thanks to the beautiful people who came to be part of it. Tomorrow is another day.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 00:23:51 +0000
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