quoted:

"You want some of this kid? You want it?"
-me. I'm a hit with the kids

feel this:

"...when everything inside me feels like everything I hate, you are the hope I have for change, you are the only chance I'll take..." Switchfoot

Thanks to Julie, I'm listening to Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek." Just what I need, more music that makes me FEEL. I think I've got enough, if not too much of that. For a while I think I should just stick to music that makes me dance.
Ahhh, I can't stay away from this stuff. Touchy feely music is potent and addictive.
So, this past weekend was sort of a replay of last Veteran's Day weekend, except this year was Missoula in a college recital hall, last year was Seattle in a Benaroya Hall recital ballroom; last year I listened to Aqualung and drove around with mom in a rented car around Seattle, this year we drove over two mountain passes in the family van listening to Death Cab and The Hope; last year mom and I went to a sweet shoppe across the street after the concert and split a big piece of carrot cake while I tried to stop crying, this year cake was served at intermission and four random people came up to me thanking me for singing, telling me that I sounded beautiful and my smile was genuine; last year I didn't win, a 22 year old vixen did, this year I didn't win either and a 22 year old freak of nature did; last year the judges made me want to quit singing altogether, this year they gave me a glimmer of hope. A FAINT glimmer. But I'll take what I can get in this biz.
Ah, yes, friends, it was that time again, The Metropolitan Opera National Council auditions. I drove 200 miles to Missoula just to put on a dress, stand on a stage, and sing two arias for a room full of people, but mostly for those three judges up in the balconey, all of whom told me I had tension in my voice, but one of whom told me "There were beautiful moments. Keep working."
That sure beats last year's kicker: "Your run at the end was a mess."
Yep. This year- definitely better.

yesterday // life goes on