Making myself scarce
So....
My show is coming up in a week and a half.
Am I terrified? Am I elated? A bit of both I guess.
It's been two and half years since I last performed.
In that time I moved to a new apartment, joined a classic choir (soprano, if you can believe it); went through several intense soul-searching sessions...
And all of it part of my way of getting closer and closer to my own 4-year-old self, who sat at a piano and played, and thought it was the most amazing sound in the world, until her mother yelled at her from the other room, "stop making that noise!". And she stopped. I stopped making that noise. And have been trying to begin again for the past 4 decades.
I went through so many phases and feelings, peeled away so many walls and boundaries and defenses.
And I feel that this, my new show, combining songs from the very beginning 12 years ago, and through to very new songs from the last months, is the first show that actually shows me as I am.
An artist, a mother, a creator of reality. A dreamer. And above all a hopeless romantic.
A scarce commodity indeed...
Which is also the title of the song I posted today.
Scarce can mean not-there. It can also mean rare - and in high-demand.
Choose whichever suits you :)
I think my choice was made for me all this time ago on that black piano in that dark room...
All my love,
ATZ
