Radio Radio

Yesterday I did a radio interview and performance on KUSP's 'The Open Road' show (hi JT!). It was a last minute thing. My record company contacted me Monday and I went in yesterday. I had the option to schedule it later, but I thought, what the heck? At this stage in the game when someone wants to hear a song or two, I'm not finicky. Tell me when and where. It didn't stop me however from having a mini freak out before I went--I didn't have enough time to practice, what if I forget the words? What if I eff up? Who am I kidding anyway?

So I practiced right up until fifteen minutes before the show. I practiced in the parking lot and I practiced in the KUSP's staff lounge. In moments like this I like to remind myself of the mantra: I am bringing my gift to the world.

During the show, I went through some sort of psychosomatic ADD. It felt like it was taking every ounce of strength to concentrate on the guitar and my voice and the words coming out. Suddenly thoughts of friends and what they are doing in that moment will took over the screen of my mind, or a memory of something inane like eating ice cream 3 months ago. Then I would snap back--the song! REMEMBER THE SONG!

Luckily JT the kindly DJ made me feel interesting and welcome. I wouldn't have been surprised if she offered me some cookies, that's how comforting she was. Unlike many other interviewers, she had read my bio and asked me specific questions that I was happy to answer. I even got to talk about not meeting Bruce. I left remembering that I actually love playing music. I love it so much and it makes me so happy. That, beyond anything else, tells me I am supposed to be doing this.

I felt so good I went out and had a slurpee. I felt like a kid who had just found two bucks. I filled the cup with half Coke, half cherry and then sat in the car and tasted all the sugary sweetness.