Hitchhiking back home because we walked too far and we were late for dinner. Six and seven years old.
Staying awake all night, going to 7-11 to buy junk food. Stay up, eat it, wait for the milkman to come and run around the neighborhood stealing milk. Sometimes mom waking in the middle of it all telling us to get inside and us running for dear life, laughing and saying, "noooo" (giggle, giggle) Around seven and eight years old.
Ditching school with our big brother as the ring leader. Going to the laundry mat where my sister said, "there was all kinds of fun to be had."
Putting our little brother in large dryers, pushing each other around in the laundry carts. Eleven, seven, six and four years old.
Having Cinemax in our room growing up, getting a way too early lesson by watching movies like "Lady Chaderly's lover." Always.
Toilet papering our neighbor's house across the street and realizing she'd know it was us, so toilet papering our own - then getting caught.
These are the stories I am falling asleep to.
These are the tales my sister told me tonight and despite the fact that I am supposed to be the storyteller, I can't remember a thing about.
If you asked me what my childhood was like, I would say not tragic but ignored. I would say we raised ourselves. All five of us and that's sadly the truth.
I would sigh in relief we all turned out pretty good considering.
There are so many more that even now as I sit in bed, I can't remember.
Everytime I come to Merced and stay with my older sister by one year, Nettie, I get a glimpse into my past, a childhood that to this day, I cannot remember.
There are little bits here but hardly anything really. And as far as long stories about scenarios and moments both mischevious and hilarious, I couldn't tell you.
It's a strange thing I never really explored or that has seemed to bother me.
Not remembering I mean.
But I suppose the older I get, the more I realize if I can't remember not only the stories but my childhood now, I never will. And like my sister said, without siblings, I'd have no history.
So after a belly-laughing conversation and bonding with my wonderful sister, I am excited to see what I will dream.
I am kind of hoping she planted a seed and maybe some great story or memory will just play itself out like a movie.
I would love to know what it was like to be me as a kid. I have no idea, no recollection at all.
Anyway, what were we doing staying up all night going to convenience stores, stealing the neighborhoods milk and hitchhiking back home at six and seven?
Where was everyone?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
floating...
Wow, when did I ever feel this relaxed.
Sitting in the hot tub with my first glass of red wine (or anything alcoholic for that matter) in nearly 2 months, was next to being with my husband, a wonderful celebratory evening.
I'm with my sister and her family and finally, even though still buried in work, beginning to feel the stress of the last months lift. *ahhh*
It's surprisingly chilly in California right now (which I admittedly love) and was the perfect night for a hot tub.
It made me miss my sauna's with one of my best friends Patri but was a good distraction until I make my way home this weekend.
My intended day of departure was Wednesday but as it turns out, I have a lot to do here before I go, including a photo shoot as well as a reunion with my friend and producer of Little Lighthouse BZ.
So although I am dying to get home, I went ahead and changed my plans to fly out Saturday instead. And because of all the March 27 Terminal 5 stress, the wonderful British Airways specialist Dave changed my flight 2 times free of charge. *yay* (Thanks Dave!)
I have mixed feelings, as always, about leaving America and heading for Austria.
On one hand, I am with my family and just as I get into the zone, it's time to go. On the other hand, I am completely missing my husband, friends and life back in Innsbruck and can't wait to fly home.
As always, I can never figure out what I want or what is right or... So I just go with the flow (as usual) and let the universe figure out the kinks and make it right.
At least Dave informed me today the British Airways Terminal 5 in London kinks have been worked out so that's something.
And after shipping a container from Austin to Austria via an International shipping company, giving away the last of things and hauling the leftover bits here, I am not exactly jumping for joy at the thought of hauling all of this through them.
We'll see but I'm hoping for the best.
It has taken me some years to get this point.
This point of everything (nearly) I own in one place, one country.
And although it's been time consuming, expensive and sometimes very troublesome, I am very excited at the idea of not attaching one more Uhaul...ever again.
The days of taking everything I owned from state to state, country to country either in a big truck, car towing a Uhaul or suitcase, does not appeal to me in the least bit. Not anymore anyway.
Dreaming of the peaceful days that await me in Innsbruck, in between the hectic touring ones, keeps me on my toes and waiting to see what comes next.
At the moment, at least until the next nearby wave hits, I am relaxing the night away feeling accomplished and proud of all my hard work.
Just floating.
Sitting in the hot tub with my first glass of red wine (or anything alcoholic for that matter) in nearly 2 months, was next to being with my husband, a wonderful celebratory evening.
I'm with my sister and her family and finally, even though still buried in work, beginning to feel the stress of the last months lift. *ahhh*
It's surprisingly chilly in California right now (which I admittedly love) and was the perfect night for a hot tub.
It made me miss my sauna's with one of my best friends Patri but was a good distraction until I make my way home this weekend.
My intended day of departure was Wednesday but as it turns out, I have a lot to do here before I go, including a photo shoot as well as a reunion with my friend and producer of Little Lighthouse BZ.
So although I am dying to get home, I went ahead and changed my plans to fly out Saturday instead. And because of all the March 27 Terminal 5 stress, the wonderful British Airways specialist Dave changed my flight 2 times free of charge. *yay* (Thanks Dave!)
I have mixed feelings, as always, about leaving America and heading for Austria.
On one hand, I am with my family and just as I get into the zone, it's time to go. On the other hand, I am completely missing my husband, friends and life back in Innsbruck and can't wait to fly home.
As always, I can never figure out what I want or what is right or... So I just go with the flow (as usual) and let the universe figure out the kinks and make it right.
At least Dave informed me today the British Airways Terminal 5 in London kinks have been worked out so that's something.
And after shipping a container from Austin to Austria via an International shipping company, giving away the last of things and hauling the leftover bits here, I am not exactly jumping for joy at the thought of hauling all of this through them.
We'll see but I'm hoping for the best.
It has taken me some years to get this point.
This point of everything (nearly) I own in one place, one country.
And although it's been time consuming, expensive and sometimes very troublesome, I am very excited at the idea of not attaching one more Uhaul...ever again.
The days of taking everything I owned from state to state, country to country either in a big truck, car towing a Uhaul or suitcase, does not appeal to me in the least bit. Not anymore anyway.
Dreaming of the peaceful days that await me in Innsbruck, in between the hectic touring ones, keeps me on my toes and waiting to see what comes next.
At the moment, at least until the next nearby wave hits, I am relaxing the night away feeling accomplished and proud of all my hard work.
Just floating.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
12 makes me happy today...
12 must be my lucky number today.
I woke up at 4:12am with enough time to head out to the airport, check in my 3 guitars and 3 very large bags from clearing out storage completely, finally.
I arrived at oddly enough 5:12 with enough time to breath and walk calmly to my gate without running.
I sat at row 12 and met the most amazing person. We completely annoyed all within earshot with our laughing and talking but I don't care. After being on vocal rest, sucking on lozengers and drinking throat teas on my way, then after what I went through when I arrived in Austin with allergies, talking to my hearts content was well, a relief that I am still me and able to relax and chat on planes. :-)
The whole don't talk, breath your nose and suck lozengers was getting very, very old.
I am sitting now in Denver, Colorado at the airport. My layover is long which I purposefully planned as the other connection left me with only 30 minutes to spare from plane to plane. And with all my luggage I knew I would have, I figured that could get risky too.
I am chatting via Skype with my husband, eating my yummy organic apples...yeeehaw and reflecting on the very hectic but amazing and accomplished 12 days in Austin.
I don't want to give anything away ... or too much anyway ... about the record but I will tell you because I think I forgot to, my voice on Monday (the second to the last day of recording) returned to about 80%! Not 100 but enough to get a great sound out of these here old lungs and although I couldn't totally reach my head voice, it all worked out in the end.
Mark tells me I got a great little record here and from what I heard when I left, I would have to agree. More work is taking place as we speak. Very exciting.
I still can't believe it.
Yesterday, Dick and I met to discuss the cover and we have one! Yeehaw... So now that it's out of the way, we can build from there.
About 2 weeks or less to get this done is pushing it but like the record time recording this record (get it? heee... lame I know, sorry) things seem to be falling into place.
After all the loans and organizing/coordinating, details and stress, it's going to be if not in my hands in time for the start of my touring in June, surely by mid-June give or take.
Speaking of, "tumbleweed... " is also coming. More on that later as I haven't even begun to think past getting the files mastered. That is done and now I will think about the cover.
So much work to be done.
And although I feel very accomplished and totally exhausted, I am up for it and ready for the remaining long haul ahead of me. Including the insane schedule I will be keeping this summer and fall.
We'll see.
Funny how things work out in the end.
All it is taking today is the number 12 to give me hope.
I woke up at 4:12am with enough time to head out to the airport, check in my 3 guitars and 3 very large bags from clearing out storage completely, finally.
I arrived at oddly enough 5:12 with enough time to breath and walk calmly to my gate without running.
I sat at row 12 and met the most amazing person. We completely annoyed all within earshot with our laughing and talking but I don't care. After being on vocal rest, sucking on lozengers and drinking throat teas on my way, then after what I went through when I arrived in Austin with allergies, talking to my hearts content was well, a relief that I am still me and able to relax and chat on planes. :-)
The whole don't talk, breath your nose and suck lozengers was getting very, very old.
I am sitting now in Denver, Colorado at the airport. My layover is long which I purposefully planned as the other connection left me with only 30 minutes to spare from plane to plane. And with all my luggage I knew I would have, I figured that could get risky too.
I am chatting via Skype with my husband, eating my yummy organic apples...yeeehaw and reflecting on the very hectic but amazing and accomplished 12 days in Austin.
I don't want to give anything away ... or too much anyway ... about the record but I will tell you because I think I forgot to, my voice on Monday (the second to the last day of recording) returned to about 80%! Not 100 but enough to get a great sound out of these here old lungs and although I couldn't totally reach my head voice, it all worked out in the end.
Mark tells me I got a great little record here and from what I heard when I left, I would have to agree. More work is taking place as we speak. Very exciting.
I still can't believe it.
Yesterday, Dick and I met to discuss the cover and we have one! Yeehaw... So now that it's out of the way, we can build from there.
About 2 weeks or less to get this done is pushing it but like the record time recording this record (get it? heee... lame I know, sorry) things seem to be falling into place.
After all the loans and organizing/coordinating, details and stress, it's going to be if not in my hands in time for the start of my touring in June, surely by mid-June give or take.
Speaking of, "tumbleweed... " is also coming. More on that later as I haven't even begun to think past getting the files mastered. That is done and now I will think about the cover.
So much work to be done.
And although I feel very accomplished and totally exhausted, I am up for it and ready for the remaining long haul ahead of me. Including the insane schedule I will be keeping this summer and fall.
We'll see.
Funny how things work out in the end.
All it is taking today is the number 12 to give me hope.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Blowing through...
After driving over the bridge every night from the studio, watching the locals and tourists alike line up to watch the bats wake, last night I finally "caved" in (get it? lol) and stopped to watch.
It was fun to join in the crowds lining the bridge and the river banks below with picnic baskets, wine and cameras.
It's cooled down a bit the last few days and the weather has been absolutely glorious. Though, as a self-confessed cold-weather lover, I will admit I missed the mid-late 80's - 100% humid weather we had the first week I was here.
It was like a warm blanket wrapping around you, making your skin silky soft.
I actually started to enjoy it.
What I didn't enjoy living was (and never, ever will) were the long late-spring/summer and fall unbearably HOT months. No siree.
On a new note...
Today was both productive and fun.
I had my first day off from recording, it is Sunday after all.
I started the day by waking WAY too early, 6am. Nonetheless, it got me to a great start and I got a lot done for a day off.
I was too early for Austin Java, they weren't even open yet. So I logged into their free internet in the parking lot waiting for them to open. *smile*
I enjoyed my first cup of coffee with cream since leaving California.
That was by far the highlight.
Oh yes, I am already imagining it again after Tuesday when I have no more vocals. *yay*
I skyped with my husband for a couple of hours while working in between on graphic stuff, emails, trying to cut down the never-ending to do list while I am here this last week.
I met with my graphic designer and we got a really great start to the project. I can't wait to meet again this week and see how it's going.
On my way out, I decided to hit up my storage unit which was something I have been dreeeeeeaming about for a long time now.
Wow! It was like going shopping! I had soooo many clothes that I forgot how much I loved just waiting for me. I really feel like I went on a shopping spree. So great.
And the best part? I FOUND my favorite, old fishing hat with all the pins I have been collecting since a child.
I though I had lost this when the UK postal service lost, then destroyed a package of my things my friend tried to send me from the UK to Austria. *yay*
After digging through all my goods (very joyfully) I made piles and decided what I will ditch, ship and try to haul in my extra 3 (yes, I said 3) bags I plan to take on the plane. Is this even possible? I have no idea. But dammit all if I am leaving my old Martin guitar, mandolin, vintage suitcases, box of old lyrics from here and there and all those wonderful clothes. No way sucker. Not this time.
I'll find a way.
So I am back at the condo now.
My plan to sit poolside went far out the window but that's ok, I made the most amazing spinach salad yet, cleaned up before I pick up Karen tomorrow (I've been lucky to have it all to myself) went through some discs I found with old demo's I had forgotten about that I will add to formerly named, "tumbleweed the live album" to the newly named, "Odds 'n' ends... live, unreleased & other oddities."
Don't worry, the tumbleweed live album will for sure be next.
Now I am getting ready to work out my song part on a beautiful co-write I did with my very talented Norweigen friend.
I guess I am trucking along now and despite the past week being a total vocal nightmare for me, I actually feel pretty close to normal today. Go figure.
Just toward the end...
On well.
I may end up in there doing a marathon re-recording of vocals if need be but despite my voice, Mark tells me it's great and sounds great... so maybe I will have to re-listen and decide. We'll see.
All I know is the steriods have calmed a bit. I am still suffering the D word (sorry, gross) and the last 24 hours had a slight, dry nose bleed but otherwise, I don't feel too weird. And it seems the weight gain I had last time I took the pills isn't coming. That's nice because although I am far from vein, I have been losing weight with my super healthy eating and giving up all things booze and sugar to prepare my voice for the record. A lot of good it did me in the long run but the weight loss was a nice surprise.
I'm looking forward to hearing Karen's mandolin on the record, having a surprise vocal guest *smile* and driving through this weird, beautiful town.
Austin never ceases to amaze me. On the ride home from storage (oh yes, this was after my quick stop at my favorite Goodwill on S. Lamar) I saw in a matter of minutes; a man that looked like he should be on the cover of GQ with only shorts and flip flops on a harley, a homeless "cowboy" who held up a sign saying, "Howdy, I'm just an old cowboy," two grown men in front of a toy store on the sidewalk playing an array of toy instruments to entice people in and a runner that looked to be 80. He was hauling butt too. And the smell. Oh, I can't describe that but I'll try. Why don't I say it's just like a never-ending barbq smell everywhere.
I don't think I will ever "really" live in America again. I adapted well to the slower, calmer pace of European life and realized it's much more suited to my neurotic nature. Being in a busy country just blew me in circles all the time. I don't miss that at all. Family and friends, that's another story.
But I do love Austin and have a new appreciation for it when I blow through town.
love,
Chris
It was fun to join in the crowds lining the bridge and the river banks below with picnic baskets, wine and cameras.
It's cooled down a bit the last few days and the weather has been absolutely glorious. Though, as a self-confessed cold-weather lover, I will admit I missed the mid-late 80's - 100% humid weather we had the first week I was here.
It was like a warm blanket wrapping around you, making your skin silky soft.
I actually started to enjoy it.
What I didn't enjoy living was (and never, ever will) were the long late-spring/summer and fall unbearably HOT months. No siree.
On a new note...
Today was both productive and fun.
I had my first day off from recording, it is Sunday after all.
I started the day by waking WAY too early, 6am. Nonetheless, it got me to a great start and I got a lot done for a day off.
I was too early for Austin Java, they weren't even open yet. So I logged into their free internet in the parking lot waiting for them to open. *smile*
I enjoyed my first cup of coffee with cream since leaving California.
That was by far the highlight.
Oh yes, I am already imagining it again after Tuesday when I have no more vocals. *yay*
I skyped with my husband for a couple of hours while working in between on graphic stuff, emails, trying to cut down the never-ending to do list while I am here this last week.
I met with my graphic designer and we got a really great start to the project. I can't wait to meet again this week and see how it's going.
On my way out, I decided to hit up my storage unit which was something I have been dreeeeeeaming about for a long time now.
Wow! It was like going shopping! I had soooo many clothes that I forgot how much I loved just waiting for me. I really feel like I went on a shopping spree. So great.
And the best part? I FOUND my favorite, old fishing hat with all the pins I have been collecting since a child.
I though I had lost this when the UK postal service lost, then destroyed a package of my things my friend tried to send me from the UK to Austria. *yay*
After digging through all my goods (very joyfully) I made piles and decided what I will ditch, ship and try to haul in my extra 3 (yes, I said 3) bags I plan to take on the plane. Is this even possible? I have no idea. But dammit all if I am leaving my old Martin guitar, mandolin, vintage suitcases, box of old lyrics from here and there and all those wonderful clothes. No way sucker. Not this time.
I'll find a way.
So I am back at the condo now.
My plan to sit poolside went far out the window but that's ok, I made the most amazing spinach salad yet, cleaned up before I pick up Karen tomorrow (I've been lucky to have it all to myself) went through some discs I found with old demo's I had forgotten about that I will add to formerly named, "tumbleweed the live album" to the newly named, "Odds 'n' ends... live, unreleased & other oddities."
Don't worry, the tumbleweed live album will for sure be next.
Now I am getting ready to work out my song part on a beautiful co-write I did with my very talented Norweigen friend.
I guess I am trucking along now and despite the past week being a total vocal nightmare for me, I actually feel pretty close to normal today. Go figure.
Just toward the end...
On well.
I may end up in there doing a marathon re-recording of vocals if need be but despite my voice, Mark tells me it's great and sounds great... so maybe I will have to re-listen and decide. We'll see.
All I know is the steriods have calmed a bit. I am still suffering the D word (sorry, gross) and the last 24 hours had a slight, dry nose bleed but otherwise, I don't feel too weird. And it seems the weight gain I had last time I took the pills isn't coming. That's nice because although I am far from vein, I have been losing weight with my super healthy eating and giving up all things booze and sugar to prepare my voice for the record. A lot of good it did me in the long run but the weight loss was a nice surprise.
I'm looking forward to hearing Karen's mandolin on the record, having a surprise vocal guest *smile* and driving through this weird, beautiful town.
Austin never ceases to amaze me. On the ride home from storage (oh yes, this was after my quick stop at my favorite Goodwill on S. Lamar) I saw in a matter of minutes; a man that looked like he should be on the cover of GQ with only shorts and flip flops on a harley, a homeless "cowboy" who held up a sign saying, "Howdy, I'm just an old cowboy," two grown men in front of a toy store on the sidewalk playing an array of toy instruments to entice people in and a runner that looked to be 80. He was hauling butt too. And the smell. Oh, I can't describe that but I'll try. Why don't I say it's just like a never-ending barbq smell everywhere.
I don't think I will ever "really" live in America again. I adapted well to the slower, calmer pace of European life and realized it's much more suited to my neurotic nature. Being in a busy country just blew me in circles all the time. I don't miss that at all. Family and friends, that's another story.
But I do love Austin and have a new appreciation for it when I blow through town.
love,
Chris
Monday, April 14, 2008
Going backwards...
Going backwards for a minute (take my mind off the sensitive vocal stuff - although today has been GREAT and we are re-doing alot of them...more on that later)... back to going backwards....
This first photo was the start of my March 27, 2008 flight of Munich via London en route to San Francisco.
Keep in mind it was not even 9:30am yet and to celebrate their Terminal 5, they gave us champagne and gummy bears!
So this was my first photo of the journey... hopeful;
This was the 5 hour Terminal 5 line I was in that had people waiting for hotels, connections ideas, basically an update on what the hell was going on. This was the second photo of the journey... chaos;
I spent the whole 7 days I waited for my luggage in a freak out going online constantly to see if they were found yet, calling the special 800 number to no avail.
Keep in mind, I was told my bags were amongst 28,000 stranded bags - I really didn't think I'd be seeing them again.
This was the night I refreshed the browser like a psycho and got the good news... happy;
This first photo was the start of my March 27, 2008 flight of Munich via London en route to San Francisco.
Keep in mind it was not even 9:30am yet and to celebrate their Terminal 5, they gave us champagne and gummy bears!
So this was my first photo of the journey... hopeful;
This was the 5 hour Terminal 5 line I was in that had people waiting for hotels, connections ideas, basically an update on what the hell was going on. This was the second photo of the journey... chaos;
I spent the whole 7 days I waited for my luggage in a freak out going online constantly to see if they were found yet, calling the special 800 number to no avail.
Keep in mind, I was told my bags were amongst 28,000 stranded bags - I really didn't think I'd be seeing them again.
This was the night I refreshed the browser like a psycho and got the good news... happy;
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Sunday morning coffee with cream...
You have no idea how delicious my cup of coffee with real cream is tasting right now. *smile*
On my day off, today Sunday, I am allowing myself to partake in an otherwise big no-no, coffee with cream.
It's Sunday and I was wide awake at 6:00am. *ugh*
Although I am not in the studio today, I do have a 10:30am graphics appointment with my designer. I suppose after my crazy dream of dog suicide (don't ask, I have NO idea) I had too much anxiety even for my sleep.
So I have a few more days this week remaining.
Tomorrow I pick up my friend Karen from the airport and drive her straight to the studio to play mandolin on my record. *yay*
I'm staying in her totally cozy condo and even though I normally dread warmth and heat (I know, I am crazy) today I was really hoping for one of those 80-90+ 100% humid days like when I arrived last week. Oh well. Karen has a pool and that was on my mind after my meeting today. *sigh* Maybe next week before I leave.
It's been a hell of a ride I tell ya'.
I never imagined recording in such a short time frame with full blown Austin, Texas allergies would be so completely and utterly challenging. I mean, of course I wasn't expecting the allergy part - or whatever the heck is going on.
I knew it would be work, it always is. But what I just went through and it seems only have one vocal left to get through next week, was seriously like pulling teeth.
I was never an allergy sufferer and until last week and at present, I never really understood all the fuss about them. Boy did I have a lesson to learn.
It pretty much rendered my head/high voice useless which meant singing around it, changing arrangements etc... and my middle, at times pretty challenging connecting it all. There were times literally, I had such big globs in my throat (sorry) that you could hear it in the mic very clearly. *ick*
It's turning out I am not freaking out emotionally on the steriod shot like I did when Dr. Kessler gave me the pills 3 years ago so I could sing at Telluride.
However, I am noticing some other nasty side effects. *sigh*
Jumpier than hell, nausea, headache, major stomach pain and cramps, the D word (I won't go there) and little chipmunk cheeks. Totally weird to say the least.
Yesterday after recording the vocals for Wanderin' I went to ly down and when I got up, nearly passed out.
This whole experience has been both desperate and difficult and on a day off, at this moment, I can see also somewhere down the road something to learn from and as always, a good story.
So alas, I am feeling in good spirits today.
I may see where my voice is at Monday and Tuesday on the last days and if it's close to normal, I may do a marathon re-do of some vocals. We'll see.
Mark, Ned and Andre swear they sound good despite not being in top form but you know how singers are. Or if you don't, let's just say we expect a lot from ourselves. I know the level I can perform and sing at and when for reasons like this I can't, it's like taking away the legs of a runner.
I'll have a new perspective on everything tomorrow after this much needed day off. Or sort of day off.
I have to practice my part on a song I wrote with a Norweigen friend, clean the condo before I get Karen tomorrow and continue working on graphic stuff.
So I guess it's not technically a day off.
Although since I am not singing in the mic today and I am getting a cup of coffee with cream, I feel like it's a whole weekend to be honest.
It's amazing what a good cup of joe as we say in America can do for you.
And as we say here in Tejas, yeeeehaw!
love,
Chris
On my day off, today Sunday, I am allowing myself to partake in an otherwise big no-no, coffee with cream.
It's Sunday and I was wide awake at 6:00am. *ugh*
Although I am not in the studio today, I do have a 10:30am graphics appointment with my designer. I suppose after my crazy dream of dog suicide (don't ask, I have NO idea) I had too much anxiety even for my sleep.
So I have a few more days this week remaining.
Tomorrow I pick up my friend Karen from the airport and drive her straight to the studio to play mandolin on my record. *yay*
I'm staying in her totally cozy condo and even though I normally dread warmth and heat (I know, I am crazy) today I was really hoping for one of those 80-90+ 100% humid days like when I arrived last week. Oh well. Karen has a pool and that was on my mind after my meeting today. *sigh* Maybe next week before I leave.
It's been a hell of a ride I tell ya'.
I never imagined recording in such a short time frame with full blown Austin, Texas allergies would be so completely and utterly challenging. I mean, of course I wasn't expecting the allergy part - or whatever the heck is going on.
I knew it would be work, it always is. But what I just went through and it seems only have one vocal left to get through next week, was seriously like pulling teeth.
I was never an allergy sufferer and until last week and at present, I never really understood all the fuss about them. Boy did I have a lesson to learn.
It pretty much rendered my head/high voice useless which meant singing around it, changing arrangements etc... and my middle, at times pretty challenging connecting it all. There were times literally, I had such big globs in my throat (sorry) that you could hear it in the mic very clearly. *ick*
It's turning out I am not freaking out emotionally on the steriod shot like I did when Dr. Kessler gave me the pills 3 years ago so I could sing at Telluride.
However, I am noticing some other nasty side effects. *sigh*
Jumpier than hell, nausea, headache, major stomach pain and cramps, the D word (I won't go there) and little chipmunk cheeks. Totally weird to say the least.
Yesterday after recording the vocals for Wanderin' I went to ly down and when I got up, nearly passed out.
This whole experience has been both desperate and difficult and on a day off, at this moment, I can see also somewhere down the road something to learn from and as always, a good story.
So alas, I am feeling in good spirits today.
I may see where my voice is at Monday and Tuesday on the last days and if it's close to normal, I may do a marathon re-do of some vocals. We'll see.
Mark, Ned and Andre swear they sound good despite not being in top form but you know how singers are. Or if you don't, let's just say we expect a lot from ourselves. I know the level I can perform and sing at and when for reasons like this I can't, it's like taking away the legs of a runner.
I'll have a new perspective on everything tomorrow after this much needed day off. Or sort of day off.
I have to practice my part on a song I wrote with a Norweigen friend, clean the condo before I get Karen tomorrow and continue working on graphic stuff.
So I guess it's not technically a day off.
Although since I am not singing in the mic today and I am getting a cup of coffee with cream, I feel like it's a whole weekend to be honest.
It's amazing what a good cup of joe as we say in America can do for you.
And as we say here in Tejas, yeeeehaw!
love,
Chris
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Studio session 3 update...
After writing my morning blog, I decided to call my doctor in New York for advice.
What I got was a referral to the vocal doctor that treats Lyle Lovett.
That was enough legitimacy for me.
And as it turns out, it's also the vocal doctor for my producer Mark.
Done deal. I'm there.
I called immediately, begged and was seen 45 minutes later.
I postponed my graphics appointment and sat in anticipation, after telling my long
sorted past, present .... and waited for the news & my asap treatment plan.
What I did, that I swore after the Telluride Festival incident I'd never do again, was take steriods.
The difference was instead of pills, I took half a dose by way of a shot in the hips. A nice fat needle straight through the skin.
Although I am a bit scared of the outcome, when I was told this would shrink
these apparent allergy-inflamed sinuses, I was all for it. There is too much time
and money and well, people involved and invested in this project to not do everything I can to make this work.
Though fair enough, I have serious reason to hesitate on the steriods front.
Last time I tried them for a vocal problem not only did it not help but made me pretty pyscho. Then again, steriods wasn't going to give me any kind of voice back as
in that incidence, it turned out I had a tracheal infection which ultimately needed
the right antibiotics.
Anyway...
Today, after the said shot, I got a bag full of this and that, sudaphedren (or however you spell that) nasal sprays, you name it and I am well full of it. Of course no pun is intended. *smile*
Now I am writing from the studio, watching the awesome Mark play bass on Angel you've come too soon and Andre run the boards. Taking a minute here and there between takes to write.
Andre tells me that if that vocal was considered bad (the one that threw me into years yesterday) then he was really, really excited to hear the good stuff.
This gives me the confidence I will need to make it out it one piece, with a great
record in my hands. At least that is what I am telling myself.
I'm not sure why my traveling & it seems vocal luck is the way it is. But rest assured, this is not bringing me down in the slightest because if all else fails, I have a plan B.
And at the end of the day, in the big scheme of life, this is far less important than
things like my family, husband and friends. I stand by that no matter what happens.
People run marathons with one leg. Some people have no legs and enter marathon races in wheelchairs. For crying out loud as my dad says, there are far
more important things in life to worry about.
And wasn't it the Irish proverb that tells us, "worry is the interest you pay on the troubles of tomorrow?"
Yeah.
I'm ok.
I am.
Just a little bummed after all the work to get the money and the flights and the schedules for all involved. All the preparation, trials while traveling. *sigh*
Really I am ok.
Totally bummed but optimistic the universe will make things right.
til soon...
love from Austin,
Chris
What I got was a referral to the vocal doctor that treats Lyle Lovett.
That was enough legitimacy for me.
And as it turns out, it's also the vocal doctor for my producer Mark.
Done deal. I'm there.
I called immediately, begged and was seen 45 minutes later.
I postponed my graphics appointment and sat in anticipation, after telling my long
sorted past, present .... and waited for the news & my asap treatment plan.
What I did, that I swore after the Telluride Festival incident I'd never do again, was take steriods.
The difference was instead of pills, I took half a dose by way of a shot in the hips. A nice fat needle straight through the skin.
Although I am a bit scared of the outcome, when I was told this would shrink
these apparent allergy-inflamed sinuses, I was all for it. There is too much time
and money and well, people involved and invested in this project to not do everything I can to make this work.
Though fair enough, I have serious reason to hesitate on the steriods front.
Last time I tried them for a vocal problem not only did it not help but made me pretty pyscho. Then again, steriods wasn't going to give me any kind of voice back as
in that incidence, it turned out I had a tracheal infection which ultimately needed
the right antibiotics.
Anyway...
Today, after the said shot, I got a bag full of this and that, sudaphedren (or however you spell that) nasal sprays, you name it and I am well full of it. Of course no pun is intended. *smile*
Now I am writing from the studio, watching the awesome Mark play bass on Angel you've come too soon and Andre run the boards. Taking a minute here and there between takes to write.
Andre tells me that if that vocal was considered bad (the one that threw me into years yesterday) then he was really, really excited to hear the good stuff.
This gives me the confidence I will need to make it out it one piece, with a great
record in my hands. At least that is what I am telling myself.
I'm not sure why my traveling & it seems vocal luck is the way it is. But rest assured, this is not bringing me down in the slightest because if all else fails, I have a plan B.
And at the end of the day, in the big scheme of life, this is far less important than
things like my family, husband and friends. I stand by that no matter what happens.
People run marathons with one leg. Some people have no legs and enter marathon races in wheelchairs. For crying out loud as my dad says, there are far
more important things in life to worry about.
And wasn't it the Irish proverb that tells us, "worry is the interest you pay on the troubles of tomorrow?"
Yeah.
I'm ok.
I am.
Just a little bummed after all the work to get the money and the flights and the schedules for all involved. All the preparation, trials while traveling. *sigh*
Really I am ok.
Totally bummed but optimistic the universe will make things right.
til soon...
love from Austin,
Chris
Friday, April 11, 2008
Studio session 2 (& part of 3)
Day 2 and 3 (studio)...
I want to give you (and me) good news.
I want to say my allergies or cold or whatever it is that is completely
clogging my nose and throat is not interfering ... but I'd be lying through
well, my nose.
Yesterday (day 2) was a rough day vocal-wise.
We got an amazing mix of Angel you've come too soon turning it into a
bittersweet road song. I was so happy that when I ran down into the "hole" (I say
that fondly) to record vocals to say I was more than disappointed in my performance is a huge understatement.
With all the teas, sudafed, claritin, sprays, mucinex and even Fed Ex'd vocal
vapors from my Dr. Kessler in New York, it was still well, not there.
What does this mean?
That if I am very lucky, by our last session Tuesday I will have beat whatever
this is and have a voice.
The downside?
If I don't, we are making arrangements for me to sing my heart out when I return to Innsbruck and send the vocal files to Austin - which will then be mixed/mastered
and head out to duplication.
In the long run, this may mean the release is pushed back by maybe 4 weeks.
Now... this is not something I am fond of doing.
In fact, yesterday after this said performance as I was sitting in the control room in
tears, I was comforted by this plan B.
Because despite all the people I feel on my shoulder pressuring me (and cheering
me) I realize this is life and things do not always work out the way we had planned,
no matter how hard we try or want them to.
So... *sigh* this is just a little news to let you know, there is a slight chance plan B.
may take effect.
If you have any deals with god or angels or .... please, can I cash in any amount
I may have alloted?
I have come so far, I can't believe it.
I have and continue to try everything short of taking two days out and flying to
New York to see my doctor. And trust me, I am considering this.
Remember that summer I flew in from Sweden to play Telluride and had laryngitis?
That was important enough for me to fly into New York to see Dr. Kessler personally. And well, this is beyond that .... so... hmm...
Finances are not great. Borrowed, sponsored, you name it.
But I may have to may it work.
I am a fighter and although it big scheme of life this is nothing, I am in the thick
of it (no pun intended) and plan on fighting.
I have a saying, "Will it matter in a day, in a week .... in a month ... in a year?"
Maybe today it is time to practice this as a mantra.
At the end of the day, I have my health (for the most part) my family and friends,
a wonderful husband, a life I am happy with.
I am done whining and updating.
Although your dances to the gods would be greatly appreciated.
with love and gratitude for all that is life,
Chris
p.s I haven't gone in for day 3 yet. Heading to my graphic designer in 2 hours, then will be back. I'll let you know how it goes - as well as upload the video I made yesterday. <3
I want to give you (and me) good news.
I want to say my allergies or cold or whatever it is that is completely
clogging my nose and throat is not interfering ... but I'd be lying through
well, my nose.
Yesterday (day 2) was a rough day vocal-wise.
We got an amazing mix of Angel you've come too soon turning it into a
bittersweet road song. I was so happy that when I ran down into the "hole" (I say
that fondly) to record vocals to say I was more than disappointed in my performance is a huge understatement.
With all the teas, sudafed, claritin, sprays, mucinex and even Fed Ex'd vocal
vapors from my Dr. Kessler in New York, it was still well, not there.
What does this mean?
That if I am very lucky, by our last session Tuesday I will have beat whatever
this is and have a voice.
The downside?
If I don't, we are making arrangements for me to sing my heart out when I return to Innsbruck and send the vocal files to Austin - which will then be mixed/mastered
and head out to duplication.
In the long run, this may mean the release is pushed back by maybe 4 weeks.
Now... this is not something I am fond of doing.
In fact, yesterday after this said performance as I was sitting in the control room in
tears, I was comforted by this plan B.
Because despite all the people I feel on my shoulder pressuring me (and cheering
me) I realize this is life and things do not always work out the way we had planned,
no matter how hard we try or want them to.
So... *sigh* this is just a little news to let you know, there is a slight chance plan B.
may take effect.
If you have any deals with god or angels or .... please, can I cash in any amount
I may have alloted?
I have come so far, I can't believe it.
I have and continue to try everything short of taking two days out and flying to
New York to see my doctor. And trust me, I am considering this.
Remember that summer I flew in from Sweden to play Telluride and had laryngitis?
That was important enough for me to fly into New York to see Dr. Kessler personally. And well, this is beyond that .... so... hmm...
Finances are not great. Borrowed, sponsored, you name it.
But I may have to may it work.
I am a fighter and although it big scheme of life this is nothing, I am in the thick
of it (no pun intended) and plan on fighting.
I have a saying, "Will it matter in a day, in a week .... in a month ... in a year?"
Maybe today it is time to practice this as a mantra.
At the end of the day, I have my health (for the most part) my family and friends,
a wonderful husband, a life I am happy with.
I am done whining and updating.
Although your dances to the gods would be greatly appreciated.
with love and gratitude for all that is life,
Chris
p.s I haven't gone in for day 3 yet. Heading to my graphic designer in 2 hours, then will be back. I'll let you know how it goes - as well as upload the video I made yesterday. <3
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Studio session 1...
Day 1 and 4 songs down. Yay!
After one claritin, sudafed, a whole lotta' throat coat, breath easy and ginger tea - entertainer's secret spray and just a ton of water, my voice is resembling something
close to what it should be. *whew*
The stress of the London Terminal 5 Heathrow threw my body into a cold that came
on so fast that even I questioned it could come from that.
But after talking with my vocal doctor I can confirm being over-stressed and over-heated for hours can often throw your body into a sort of fever, i.e bringing on any
bug that may have been lurking.
My producer Mark and his awesome assistant Jed were nothing short of amazing
and everything I could have imagined it to be working easily and painlessly.
You see, recording for me is like, well - pulling teeth.
And being that mom is going under the knife tomorrow, it's no small comparison and do not use it lightly.
But really, some artists thrive in the studio. I am not one of them.
Although, after today, I maybe have to re-think everything I ever thought about being in the studio. It's hard work yes, that is undebatable. But wow, with the right combination, you can work your 8 hour day laughing and smiling.
I took only a few photo's at the end of the day.
It took awhile to get into the groove ... for me anyway ... but I promise more
photo's and videos coming soon!
I heard on the news last night it's tornado weather. Oh joy.
Remember that year we (as in America) had a record 400+ in one week? I think it was 2003 maybe?
Anyway, that was the year I lived in Nashville and was touring my way to California. I was stuck in 3 that week. One in Tennessee, one in Arkansas and one on the Texas panhandle. There are of course others, like living in Texas and even one major one before I lived here and was only touring through in 2001. And...geez, I hardly remember anymore.
All I know is, I don't like them.
Mark and I were talking about earthquakes today and I realized, having grown up in them in California, they never scared me one lick. Seriously.
But tornadoes... please, anything but those.
So I am singing off at 21:05. I'm going to have a late dinner of the biggest spinach salad you have seen and then dream away the tornadoes.
If a girl can dream post it notes have legs and are chasing her off a cliff, surely she can dream away a tornado?
You think?
After one claritin, sudafed, a whole lotta' throat coat, breath easy and ginger tea - entertainer's secret spray and just a ton of water, my voice is resembling something
close to what it should be. *whew*
The stress of the London Terminal 5 Heathrow threw my body into a cold that came
on so fast that even I questioned it could come from that.
But after talking with my vocal doctor I can confirm being over-stressed and over-heated for hours can often throw your body into a sort of fever, i.e bringing on any
bug that may have been lurking.
My producer Mark and his awesome assistant Jed were nothing short of amazing
and everything I could have imagined it to be working easily and painlessly.
You see, recording for me is like, well - pulling teeth.
And being that mom is going under the knife tomorrow, it's no small comparison and do not use it lightly.
But really, some artists thrive in the studio. I am not one of them.
Although, after today, I maybe have to re-think everything I ever thought about being in the studio. It's hard work yes, that is undebatable. But wow, with the right combination, you can work your 8 hour day laughing and smiling.
I took only a few photo's at the end of the day.
It took awhile to get into the groove ... for me anyway ... but I promise more
photo's and videos coming soon!
I heard on the news last night it's tornado weather. Oh joy.
Remember that year we (as in America) had a record 400+ in one week? I think it was 2003 maybe?
Anyway, that was the year I lived in Nashville and was touring my way to California. I was stuck in 3 that week. One in Tennessee, one in Arkansas and one on the Texas panhandle. There are of course others, like living in Texas and even one major one before I lived here and was only touring through in 2001. And...geez, I hardly remember anymore.
All I know is, I don't like them.
Mark and I were talking about earthquakes today and I realized, having grown up in them in California, they never scared me one lick. Seriously.
But tornadoes... please, anything but those.
So I am singing off at 21:05. I'm going to have a late dinner of the biggest spinach salad you have seen and then dream away the tornadoes.
If a girl can dream post it notes have legs and are chasing her off a cliff, surely she can dream away a tornado?
You think?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
BBQ & bugs...
The pilot was not kidding when he said at after 19:00, it was still 88 degress.
I was landing in Austin, Texas and shortly thereafter in my rental car, I rolled the windows down.
I was greeted by warm, moist air that smelled like a combination of wildflowers and BBQ.
Literally in minutes, the bugs began their attack as they always do to me in Texas. Something about the bugs here and my juices I guess. *sigh*
I am sitting now, at Austin Java, my favorite spot to sit online for free but today, I am off the caffeine due to recording and drinking my ginger, breathe easy and throat coat teas.
Lucky me has somehow managed in 24 hours to show signs of allergies.
Everything has gone down south, straight to my cords and made them nice and gooey. Oh, sorry.
I am about to Skype with my husband, finish this tea, get some sudafed and do some serious begging from the universe to make this all well by noon tomorrow when recording begins.
The rental car agency gave me a bright red rabbit and already, as I drive by the Texas rangers, I can see their eyes widen. Not the best color to ward off tickets.
Otherwise, just trying to stay calm, prepare for graphics meetings with my designer in between recording and if I am real lucky, get back to my friend Karen's condo where I am staying and utilize that enticing pool!
After all, it is already unbearably hot (for me) and I don't think the bugs will chase me in there.
Even though I am in a Cafe and not driving around smelling the amazing food throughout this whole town, I now have BBQ on my mind.
I can't get it out actually.
I have changed everything about the way I used to eat. Ribs are out.
But after the time, money and stress it has taken to make it this far, I am going to say a plate of ribs from Artz Rib House is for sure on the menu, in the plan and a must before I head out.
More soon....
love,
Chris
I was landing in Austin, Texas and shortly thereafter in my rental car, I rolled the windows down.
I was greeted by warm, moist air that smelled like a combination of wildflowers and BBQ.
Literally in minutes, the bugs began their attack as they always do to me in Texas. Something about the bugs here and my juices I guess. *sigh*
I am sitting now, at Austin Java, my favorite spot to sit online for free but today, I am off the caffeine due to recording and drinking my ginger, breathe easy and throat coat teas.
Lucky me has somehow managed in 24 hours to show signs of allergies.
Everything has gone down south, straight to my cords and made them nice and gooey. Oh, sorry.
I am about to Skype with my husband, finish this tea, get some sudafed and do some serious begging from the universe to make this all well by noon tomorrow when recording begins.
The rental car agency gave me a bright red rabbit and already, as I drive by the Texas rangers, I can see their eyes widen. Not the best color to ward off tickets.
Otherwise, just trying to stay calm, prepare for graphics meetings with my designer in between recording and if I am real lucky, get back to my friend Karen's condo where I am staying and utilize that enticing pool!
After all, it is already unbearably hot (for me) and I don't think the bugs will chase me in there.
Even though I am in a Cafe and not driving around smelling the amazing food throughout this whole town, I now have BBQ on my mind.
I can't get it out actually.
I have changed everything about the way I used to eat. Ribs are out.
But after the time, money and stress it has taken to make it this far, I am going to say a plate of ribs from Artz Rib House is for sure on the menu, in the plan and a must before I head out.
More soon....
love,
Chris
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