music makers

Paris, France – April 7th, 2009 – 12:58 AM

I’m lying in my hotel room in the 9th arrondissement.  After one transatlantic flight and two jet-lagged days, I still don’t seem to have the slightest urge to sleep.  I really should be asleep or at least finishing up some lyrics as I have to be in the studio in nine hours.  The morning will mark my first official day of recording my new album.  It hasn’t quite sunk in yet, but I know that I’ve long waited for this moment.  Of course I know this will technically be my third album, but I’ve long waited to do it THIS way…. producers, label, manager, etc.. all in place and ready to make it happen before I even sing a note.  I’m so thankful for their presence – the team effort and their faith in me.  I’m so thankful.  And with that gratitude, I am overcome with a barrage of mixed emotions: Introspection.  Anxiety.  Bliss.  Inspiration.  Apprehension.  Freedom.  Self-Consciousness.  Excitement…. what does all of this mean?  Where will all of this take me?  (“Or not take me?” she not-so-secretly wonders.)  My journey through song has had a handful of guarantees.  One of them is it’s ability to lead ME.  I don’t really make the decision to sing or not sing.  To perform or not perform.  I no longer have the choice as I once thought I did.  By saying that, I’m simply making the point that I too shall surrender to whatever this part of the journey is supposed to be, and I too shall surrender to wherever it might lead me.  In the end, I know I’ll still be singing.  In the end I know I’ll still be free.  So whisper a prayer for me.  Make it a loud whisper please.  Pray that this new body of work resonates with the sweat and tears of my journey.  This Journey.  Oh, this journey.  It is all that I have and it is always enough.  Thank you.