Where does it come from? How does one channel it? My bursts of writing “inspiration” have been sporadic in recent years due to the fact that I just haven’t made myself available to do it as often as I would like to. Last night I was bitten by the writing bug and wrote out three new original songs in their entirety, and nearly finished a fourth which still needs a bit more work. Granted, it all happened in the middle of the night, which is when Mozart (and many other composers) historically found the best time to work–no distractions, everyone else is asleep, and being slightly tired can be a major help in finding the “zone”… Yes, songwriters may be sacrificing their sleep but if that’s when the music comes, who are we to argue? I am thankful to have something to create and contribute as I plod or skip along my pathway in life (whichever mode of locomotion it may be on a given day).

Now that I have all these new songs (I already had several others in line to record on my next album) the question becomes what to do with them? I have too many to put onto one album, so I clearly will have some material left over for my next album after this one…it’s great to have a fount of songs, but I also find myself strongly desiring to record everything as soon as possible and put it out onto the airwaves…after all, we never really know how much time we have and one’s own songs are every musician’s legacy. Then comes the problem of financing the recording projects–not an easy task in this economy, but necessary to remain current and competitive in today’s market.

So, Inspiration–let’s please make a plan to meet on a regular basis (nighttime is fine) providing you can find me some wealthy financial backers to support the subsequent recording costs required to give the public the new music they expect from me… 🙂


The Challenging Life of the Performer

Jazz Seasons is my newest show compiled of my original songs and others from the Great American Songbook, musical theatre repertoire and contemporary jazz. Woven throughout the selection of music one finds a seasonal theme–not just that of the four seasons, but also of life’s seasons. From time to time we discover we are passing through a season of joy or perhaps a season of grief. We are blessed to accept a season of growth, but often loath to face a season of pain. This show gently and joyfully takes us through a variety of seasons and helps to show how the songwriters and lyricists of past and present wrote songs reflective of those inevitable passages we all face.

While preparing this show I found myself suddenly thrust into an unexpected season of grief and pain, so several of the songs originally planned had to be replaced by others as an act of consideration for myself. Instead of grieving I had to perform, so given that there was a limit to my ability to compartmentalize my feelings often elicited by certain emotionally-charged songs, the only responsible thing to do was to substitute songs that challenged my composure with those that did not.

This performing business is sometimes a very cruel world. Certain venue managers become totally insensitive, cold and unfeeling when faced with a booked performer wanting to cancel an appearance due to a death in the family, illness or funeral. The unfortunate adage “the show must go on” has been abused and misunderstood in circumstances that warrant a performer taking a bit of time off. Nobody questions a businessperson taking some personal time or leave in a similar situation–why does the world unfairly judge a professional performer and demand their money’s worth for a scheduled show when the artist they want to see rightly deserves mourning and healing time like everyone else? Similarly, the harsh reality is that audiences can be rather unsympathetic toward a performer’s illness or any situation that requires an absence from the stage instead of following through with the performance.

I have often taught my music theatre and vocal jazz students about this harsh reality–to pursue this line of work, one has to accept these emotional injustices–we are expected to work when everyone else is grieving, sing when everyone else is allowed to cry, smile when we are suffering and perform regardless of whether or not our heart is in it. This represents a massive and extraordinarily difficult responsibility. I suppose artists deliver a ministry of distraction–we must rise to the challenge of creating beauty for others to enjoy, even when it involves sacrifice on the part of the artist.


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