revelations

It's been a looong time since I posted. I'll blame it on the perils of motherhood. While the days don't completely run together anymore, I still feel as if I'm busier than ever. In just 2 months I've:

• Realized I can't wear nice clothes anymore b/c they'll be stained with drool, spit-up, or poop.
• Given up doing my hair. I'm strictly a pony tail gal from now on.
• Learned that babies may have tiny stomachs when they eat, but endless intestines in which they store the goods. I changed DD's diaper 3 times in 10 minutes the other day. Holy crap (literally)!

Sorry. This stuff has nothing to do with jazz. Especially since 2 of the 3 points I made had to do with excrement. Ah, converstaions with a parent of a wee one. I'll get back to the main topic here....

I've started to gig again. Been back at Panache since the beginning of May. If I ever made excuses for not practicing more before I take them back, since I'm pretty certain I won't have a chance to practice again for at least the next 18 years.

The first gig was pretty rough...I hadn't played in 8 weeks and I showed up as sucky as could be (thank you Larry and Jaimie for being very forgiving that night). Things are a bit better now but I still feel out of sorts somewhat. I guess I'm just coming to terms with the fact that I really am a very mediocre musician and now it's virtually impossible to do anything to improve. I'm lamenting about not practicing more when I had time...I shoulda put in at least 16 hours a day when I was in college, no less than 3 when I started working full time, and 5-6 when I began my work-from-home writing biz, thanks to my flexible schedule. Oh well...hopefully I won't suck forever. Or at least I hope the folks that play with me don't beam me with rotten tomatoes every time I hit a big fat crappy note. Or the audience for that matter. Oh wait, nobody really listens to jazz anyway.

Well, that's the news from the homefront. More later, and I assure you it won't be another month before I post again.

Happy gigging/listening!