Gryphon D’or Tearoom October 7th @ 8 pm!

 

It’s going to be awesome – Clairely Now and J Stevens?  Quite the lineup!

 

See you there.

 

 

 

red roses & stars.

Last night, I went to the Wheel Club.  I’m always super nervous when I’m about to play in front of a bunch of musicians; after all, musicians make the most informed kind of audience.

But it went incredibly well!  I had some Patsy Cline ready to sing, but a quick chat with the violinist revealed that he knew some songs that I recorded on From the Kitchen of Clairelynow.  I sang ‘Red is the Rose’ and ‘The Star of the County Down’, and I was super excited about how well it went over.  It’s a pretty big compliment when someone wants to trade their CD for yours (which happened) and someone gave me their 50/50 ticket so I went home with some Hank Snow as well.  I sold some other copies, and I went home feeling really pleased.

I really love singing, but I don’t really like learning songs that are absolute classics.  A good example of this is ‘Crazy’ by Patsy Cline.  She’s an incredible vocalist, and I love listening to that track, but I feel as though her rendition leaves nothing left to be desired.  What could I possibly add to that song?  Cline had an amazing voice, and an incredible sense of presence.  I have my own voice, and my own stage presence, but it’s not the same;  Cline owns ‘Crazy’ even more than its author, Willie Nelson.  ‘Three Cigarettes on the Ashtray’, for instance, is less iconic.  There’s more space for me to play.

I started singing those traditional songs because I realized (about five years ago) that if I wanted to hear those songs the way I thought they should be played.  Experiencing that amazingly positive feedback really supported my theory that musicians need to play music exactly how they hear in in their heads, and that spending time learning music you don’t want to is sort of an energy suck.

I wonder what I’ll play next week!  Oh, yay.

awesome, but odd!

thrums.

In knitting, there is a technique wherein you can produce an insanely warm mitten by knitting in thrums – loose portions of fingering weight roving at about staple length.  They’re common in the North when fur isn’t available.

I’ve been singing a lot lately, and marveling at the word.  Thrum – doesn’t it sound just exactly like a thumb striking some guitar strings?