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A Chick Magnet?? The Harp?!
When you do something weird., when you’re used to being misunderstood, when you’ve spent your life hunched and ready to hit back — then when you see things in the news that even talk about someone else doing it too, you celebrate. Two things crossed my Twitter...
2014 is the Year of Baroque Flamenco
I’ve been writing music like a mad-woman since I was 12, and a lot of the projects I’m currently working on are projects I started decades ago (yes … decades). And in 2014 I’m releasing a bunch of them. Publishing them. Putting them into the hands –...
Stitching a Connection
Last Friday, instead of creating my normal weekly enewsletter, I just sat down and wrote a letter. I went into Constant Contact (the program that lets me send out individual emails to the 7,000 people on my email list each week), I pulled out all the bells and...
Being in Boston in Paradox
Living in Boston has been a paradox experience this week. The marathon bombings still resound emotionally (my blog about from Marathon day). Waves of breaking news play against the backdrop of perfect April days, and it’s a strange disconnect, especially since I...
Yesterday. Boston. The Marathon bombings.
Yesterday. Boston. The Marathon bombings. At home outside Boston, I was in my studio. Waiting from my husband to ride back from the Marathon, where he’d gone to cheer on friends. Tense moments, not able to reach him, panicked, ’til I saw his bright...
