Tuesday, November 30, 2010

HolidaY fuNk

I know that we are repeatedly told that money can't buy happiness. . . but it sure would buy me a new pair of jeans, a haircut, and christmas presents. . and that would make me happy.

As I've gotten older, I've developed a love/hate relationship with the holidays. Long gone are the simple days of waiting for a strange man to enter my house, carrying everything I've asked for. (Except for the puppy surprise I begged for when i was 9, but that's another story. . .) Nevermore can I get away with giving "hug coupons" to my parents. The excitement and anticipation of the season has since been diluted to another stressful, worrisome time of year.

While I LOVE the decorations, the weather, the music, the parades associated with this time of year, I always let my monetary status get the better of me, and I hate to say it is the source of my annual holiday funk.

Why do I let this happen every year? Why can't I, like Cindy-Lou Who find and understand the TRUE meaning of Christmas? Why do I, a grown woman, get overly-emotional and teary-eyed at parades?

I don't know.

But I do know that Christmas isn't really about presents. . .

It's about spiked egg-nog.
And I'm a little lactose intolerant.

Thursday, November 18, 2010


I don't know if it's strictly a Seattle thing, but every day I look through Craigslist, I see someone requesting free services. Whether someone wants a band to play for that private party but can't afford to pay them, a venue wants a band to "audition" for 3 hours, or someone is looking for free wedding pictures (I $hit you not), Craigslist is full of moochers that apparently are also suffering from the economic downturn. (ooh oooh. . I forgot to mention that most of these people promise to give great recommendations, reviews, or exposure to the said "server")

This is my latest contribution to Craigslist.

Can anyone help me out?

I am a full-time professional performer (that means I get PAID and MAKE A LIVING for the work that I do. . . ) but due to the recent craigslist phenomena of people asking for free services (and my fellow performers actually DOING it) I have fallen on some hard times. You see, there is not quite enough paid work to go around, and since there are several artists out there diminishing the integrity and pay scale of all local performers, I am finding it difficult to pay the bills.

So I've decided to ask you craigslist people, so obsessed with free stuff, to send some my way.

Here are a few things I really need, but cannot pay for. . .

a haircut



dog food

wall art



Don't forget. . . anyone who is able donate their time to me will get great exposure, a stellar revue on yelp, and ridiculed in my blog.

Thank you.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

My JeaLousy

We are taught as children and throughout life that comparing ourselves to others is unnecessary. . . that success is measured differently for different people. . . but practicing this as a performer is virtually impossible. An entertainer's success is fairly obviously measured. .. through our pay scales, through venues (Broadway, or Madison Square Garden, or Nuemos on a local level). On a daily basis, our artistic lifestyle and competition mentality are awakened by the simple every day habit of logging into our facebook account. So And So has a callback for a Broadway show. So And So booked a National Tour. So And So just got signed by a major record label. While it is apparent that the artists attitude is that nothing is good enough. . .there is always room to grow. . .and this gig is temporary until the next great thing comes along, it is so easy to compare ourselves negatively to other artists and performers. (In the same way positively, too. . one of my favorite pastimes as of late is to search youtube for video auditions and watch in horror. . .)

What is the solution to this daily reminder of disappointment? Well. . . I could stop logging in to facebook (not an option. . totally addicted), I could delete all my friends that I deem successful (perhaps a bit much), I could start thinking positively about my life, realize that my success is MY SUCCESS, and open my mind to the idea that somewhere in the world there is a fellow performer sitting in front of their laptop considering deleting me as a friend for the same reasons. . . (I don't know. . the whole "positive thinking" routine is reminiscent of too many Oprah book club books)

While I start another day the same way I have for so long. . . Checking my inbox to see if the casting team for the show I did a video callback for has responded yet. . . Drinking my cup of coffee and doing an O'Ekaki puzzle. . . Praticing music and thinking this is the day something will change. . . I will (and do) try to practice my own form of positive thinking. . . it's only 6 hours until 5 o'clock. . .and then I can have some wine.

Music Whore

I have run quite the gambit of regular jobs . . . from retail, to restaurant service (hostessing and waitressing), to canvassing (fundraising on the street. . . to usually un-excusably rude passersby), to retail again. So as the economy kept dwindling, and I began developing carpal tunnel syndrome from filling out application after application, and refreshing craigslist every hour on the hour became too exhausting, I realized I had to stop. While I have been a professional performer for most of my life, I never really focused on that being my entire job.

This is why I decided, in February of 2010, to make the switch to a full-time self-employed performer. It has proven to be a difficult task, yes. . . . having to drastically decrease my "drinking" and "fun" budget in order to pay rent and bills, never knowing how much money I will actually make in a given month, and more often that not, playing gigs to the proverbial "chirping crickets", but at the end of the (long. . .stressful) day, I truly am grateful to be able to do what I love.

I am a music whore. I am open to doing anything and everything that will pay me involving music. I teach voice lessons out of my home studio in Capitol Hill, I gig and sit in with several different groups in the greater Seattle area, and I am always looking for the next project to keep me busy and well fed (and well-wined).

While I hear from my friends who are married, child-bearing, and otherwise "successful" (see my next post for more of that joy), I sit on my fold-away couch in my small apartment where I live with my boyfriend, Val, and dog, Milly, wine in hand, representing the ever-growing number of full-time performers around the world. . . we are not (yet) sellouts. . . we are under-rated. . . we are on the "poor" diet. . .we are starving artists.