I just checked and I actually can’t find the photo that started this surge on Lensblr so either I’m not looking hard enough or someone else posted it but regardless I really appreciate the exposure.
i can relate to pirates because i too am after the booty
These past few days have been really fantastic. Thursday night Matt and I went to open mic at a jazz club in Detroit. The band was phenomenal, as were all of the musicians that played with them. They invited me up to sing Summertime. It’s such a rush to perform on the fly like that. It’s really like an out of body experience, yet somehow you feel totally present as well. It’s like a complete moment of being.
Last night my band performed for the Henry Ford medical staff holiday party. Pretty big event, nice venue. Conservative crowd, though— not very attentive and a lot of them left early. But we brought it out anyway. It kind of just turned into a jam session for us and we had a great time. We performed for almost four hours straight. Found out that there might be an opportunity for me to work at a theater over near Ann Arbor that’s looking to establish a company of actors. So… if I can get my student loans forgiven, I might be living over on the other side of the state in the next year. It’d be great to be closer to my band so we could build up a greater variety of repertoire and gig more frequently, and if I could get a job that lets me perform on a regular basis?! Ahhhhhhh….
Also as mentioned previously, my photography blog has witnessed an immense surge in activity, due solely, I’m sure, to the Lensblr community and I am SO grateful for that.
I feel very much like I am where I am supposed to be right now, for the first time in a long time. I have a really good base to take off from, it’s just a matter of quieting my anxiety and putting myself out there.
Okay let me explain you a thing about little inner-city apartments, about little slices of domesticity sewn out of old brick and DIY plaster, filled with rag-tag people that you have assembled as a family unit, with indie music on low and laughter and dwindling bottles of wine. Where the cat is always asleep atop your computer and your best dress and stockings are tossed on the couch and your faulty window opens to a planted box full of herbs and the steamy buzz of the city below. Where take out from your favorite deli awaits you in the fridge and work is only a bus-ride away and the city comes right up the meet you at night, swilling in with the night wind and tugging at your hair and sweater until you venture out into it. There’s something truly magical about a tiny well-kept apartment filled with treasured people, something more exquisite than anything in the world, I think.