A mere splinter of wood, metal, and horsehair.
What a tour, what a tour! I’ve been sitting at the airport, catching my breath from this whirlwind tour with a huge iced coffee. Last night’s final show was good! The church folks over at the First Parish Church of Newbury were super nice and supplied our hungry bellies with homemade asparagus soup, salad, bread, wine, and baked goods. Who knew churches could transform into public music venues? Yes, there were pews. Yes, there were a lot of white older people swaying back and forth. Yes, there were bibles. Yes, there was an awful lot of God. Yes, there were no colored gel lights or pretty carpets or spectacular sound system. However, did I already mention the baked goods?
After the dinner and show, we went straight back to our bed and breakfast and defrosted; mostly getting on our computers and zoning out.
We dropped off our van a little earlier at Boston Logan. I was the first to be dropped off at my terminal. As I hugged everyone, I said, ‘Good Riddance!’ with a smile. Boy were we all glad to be done with the tour.
I’ve learned a lot from this journey. Here is my list of things I’ve learned on my one month journey in no particular order:
-I’ve learned a lot about touring; the logistics and organization/disorganization of it. I’ve learned what musicians need to be happy, sane, and satisfied and how to communicate in a professional manner when not all things are able to be professional.
-I’ve learned to play a genre of music I was afraid of playing for looking like a hack (still sort of hacky but not terrible). Playing my version of jazz has only made me feel more respectful (and jealous) of apt jazz musicians.
-I’ve learned to smile and have a good time on stage, even if it’s a bad day. I never paid much attention to pleasing my audience and my bandmates because it was all about me and Violiny..but perception is everything. Why would I be doing it if I wasn’t having a good time anyway?
-I’ve learned how to share a bit better. I was constantly learning to adapt and share with other people-sharing food, rooms, a bed, and space. It has been 10 years since I toured with a group in this capacity, and it is not always easy. But I did it, and noone got hurt.
-I’m gradually letting things go, where ever I may be. My everyday stresses come along with me- traveling to another land won’t diminish them but sometimes escalate them.
-I’ve learned to be grateful for my ability to make people smile, cry, and really feel something via a mere splinter of wood, metal, and horsehair.
-I’ve learned to be grateful for time, for free food, for warmth, for friends, for family and friends far away who believe in my ability to try new things (tear) and succeeding.
This concludes my travel blog for this tour. I probably won’t be blogging much after this, but who knows? Thanks for taking the journey with me.