Perhaps I'm not sure of the answers to your questions, Nik. I'd be the first to admit that not being able to understand one's own actions is frightening and embarrassing ( Read more... )

In my head full of fluff, treble cleffs, drum machines, sour patch kids, and Wilson Philips songs ... the details of that day are a little unclear. I'm unsure of whether or not I was waiting for someone at that cafe, or if I was alone. Regardless of the brass tack facts of the situation, I do know I came away from fifteen minutes of sheer ( Read more... )

Ah, the intricate dramas of life have never been one of my favorite things to unknot. Fate, though, gifted me with a birth under a sign of adaptation. Born at the end of Summer, the stars intended me to clear and make way for the change of one season to the next as smoothly as possible. From one problem to another I seem to glide ... from one ( Read more... )

Weird. Hi everyone! Hi Jessica! Hi Brett!

LOVE ME!

I want a tall, handsome baritone with gentle hands and a commanding voice and stage presence. He must be well versed in the art-songs of Ned Rorem and like to wear merino sweaters. He'll of course know how to make the perfect tom collins (not too much sour, please), stir a martini like no other, and rock my world in bed (and the in the shower, on ( Read more... )

My entry today is an excerpt from an essay I'm writing in comemoration of Mozart's 250th birthday ( Read more... )

I've read about almost 30 of the 75 years of The Curtis Institute of Music. This book reads like the Gospel of American Classical Music. I want to be there, writing my own chapters and books, stamping my own special brand of highly-opinated, dry wit over all the chandeliers and candelabras and Persian rugs and Wednesday teas(and pretension). I ( Read more... )

I'm comfortable in my skin today. I won't ever understand why people react the way they do to -sincere- concern and advice, but I can't change them ... only my reaction. Gentle acceptance is the lesson for today, even if what's to be accepted is in no way itself gentle or easy to deal with ( Read more... )

I’m treating myself with a greater amount of gentleness today. A block has wedged itself in-between my mind and my not-so-lofty goal of writing a bit each day. I can feel the push every time my mind starts to toy with the idea of sitting down to dream, and it’s started to elicit the feeling of dread or fear. I’m all too often very afraid of what ( Read more... )

It's funny ... I mean the way I used to convince myself that writing had no worth in my life, or more accurately that I had nothing of worth to write. The most common reason that sprang up in my mind, sharp and exact like the parry of a fencer, was this: what will you even write about, Kris? Seems to me that this thought is just as destructive to ( Read more... )