In that strange lull between the end of both the Bar Show and Hanukkah (see blog for the latter) and the holiday performances Tues. night on WDCB (90.9 or stream at wdcb.org 7-9pmCST) and Wed. night in Madison. The latter will involve both music and possibly projectile pastry. Mourning the loss of my medium-long left hand nails (gotta play guitar again--and they're STILL too long, but I wanted to let the manicurist down gently) and gritting my teeth about having to go out into the snow tomorrow. But I like this kind of snow: enough to be pretty, crunch underfoot, not chew up the bottoms of my old-fashioned X-C skis; but not enough to make driving and walking a trial. By tomorrow night, we'll have had just enough to ensure a white Christmas without the hassle. My sympathies to all of you in the NE and Mid-Atlantic (and biting my nails till my sister in VA returns my calls and e-mails--I hope her power and the cell towers aren't still down).
Bar Show was a gas again--but just as we settle into the groove, find the right "beat" between the crest of the laughs and the next line, and get used to all the stair climbing to & from the dressing rooms, it's over. I pine for the days when it ran as long as two weeks. Don't get me wrong--I love being responsible (solo or as part of a duo or band) for making sure a cozy roomful of people have a great time; but there is something magical about not only commanding a sold-out theater but being part of something MUCH bigger than yourself. There's almost nothing like the feeling of opening your mouth and having 4 to 8-part harmony surround you....with your own voice melting into it. Wish we could do it more often.