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...and aftermath.  Yeah, some of that too.  The tension I was riding to keep my energy high had its catharsis last night, so now the energy is gone.  I'm exhausted.  Now, Sunday afternoon with Jami and Michelle asleep I tried to nap, too.  Strangely, though I laid down for half an hour, it was a no go.  As long as my mind insists upon staying up, I might as well record my thoughts from last night.

Last night's concert pushed me outside of my comfort zone - way outside.  I perform so rarely in public, and never before on my own for something like this: an audience of strangers paying attention and admission.  It mattered. 

Last night was a triumph of sorts, confronting fears and putting on - as I was told later - a damn fine show.  Too short in the estimation of one audience member.  I have always enjoyed an easy rapport with audiences - talking into a microphone holds no fear for me.

( Courtesy snip... )

Moving on, I will start seeking out gigs, at least one a month, which means seeking out and adding new songs to the list.  At the after-show party, I had a couple of people with local connections offer to set me up.  We'll give that a try, and see where it goes. 

If I could find a sugar daddy, I'd get into the studio, but I think that if I am diligent and careful, producing the first CD here at home shouldn't be terrible, and may start the ball rolling enough to pay for studio time.

At the very least, a four song demo wouldn't come amiss, and that I know I can do.

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...and aftermath.  Yeah, some of that too.  The tension I was riding to keep my energy high had its catharsis last night, so now the energy is gone.  I'm exhausted.  Now, Sunday afternoon with Jami and Michelle asleep I tried to nap, too.  Strangely, though I laid down for half an hour, it was a no go.  As long as my mind insists upon staying up, I might as well record my thoughts from last night.

Last night's concert pushed me outside of my comfort zone - way outside.  I perform so rarely in public, and never before on my own for something like this: an audience of strangers paying attention and admission.  It mattered. 

Last night was a triumph of sorts, confronting fears and putting on - as I was told later - a damn fine show.  Too short in the estimation of one audience member.  I have always enjoyed an easy rapport with audiences - talking into a microphone holds no fear for me.

( Courtesy snip... )

Moving on, I will start seeking out gigs, at least one a month, which means seeking out and adding new songs to the list.  At the after-show party, I had a couple of people with local connections offer to set me up.  We'll give that a try, and see where it goes. 

If I could find a sugar daddy, I'd get into the studio, but I think that if I am diligent and careful, producing the first CD here at home shouldn't be terrible, and may start the ball rolling enough to pay for studio time.

At the very least, a four song demo wouldn't come amiss, and that I know I can do.