A work in progress, maybe.
I find myself playing out less and less. My thought is that it’s the massive amount of anxiety when one tries to connect with an audience by herself with a couple instruments and a dry sense of humor…did I mention all by myself? I haven’t felt that way since I started playing out 15 years ago. It’s also that the welcoming venues are becoming more and more scant for folksingers like me. Plus, Lancaster gives much to be desired in the way of what I’ve found of a music community. (I’d love to be proved wrong!) I also am farther away from the music pals I adore and respect, and vice versa. I miss you, Doug! If I had some of them here, I’d probably be gigging more because I’d be sharing that anxiety than I know some of them make use of better than I do.
So, here’s an invite to have a beer with me this Saturday. I’ve heard great things about Columbia Kettle Works from fellow musicians, songwriters at that. I have songs and I want you to hear them. I’ve been there for a beer before, just outside of Lancaster. It was tasty as hell. I may be better off at home playing on the interwebs, but I refuse to let that human connection that is folk music completely die in me, especially in this times. This is not a manifesto. I just haven’t seen my therapist in a while.