Friday, March 22, 2019

A Really Good Blog

Thought I'd try the Georgia font just to change things up a little.
Speaking of does come down, doesn't it? The last time I blogged here (true to form, three years ago, even though I swore up and down at the time that I was going to do better with all that)...I was fired up, revved up, loaded for bear etc etc I recall, I was going to finish a seriously languishing album and get my ass on tour if it killed me.
 As it  turns out, I'm still alive. The album remains unfinished, and the farthest I have been to play music in any kind of professional capacity is to the edge of town and back for more writers' nights and a couple of cool openers. I can't is generally good...but I really need to learn not to set people up with all these announcements I keep making about my glamorous life, which is about to begin any second now. Wait for it...
 What is creeping up on me in the meantime is the slow, relentless understanding that this is my glamorous life that's happening right now, and that's most likely what I should be talking about, if I want to speak with any authority at all. They do tell you, write what you know. I find it a stretch that anybody would be interested in hearing about my day to day existence. What do the really good bloggers talk about? I mean, honestly, is anybody's life that fascinating all the time? I guess I could share some recipes or something (see below).
About that languishing album. I know you don't believe it, but it is getting closer to an honest-to-God release date. It's one thing to procrastinate on your own; that can go on indefinitely. But once you start pulling other people into the process, then you have to put up or shut up.
 I've had the great good fortune to bring along a number of sweet, patient, monstrously talented people to add some color to my songs: Kim Stone, a tremendously talented bass player who I've known since HIGH SCHOOL, for God's sake...Dave Shapiro, a brilliant guitarist who can probably chicken pick like lightning in his sleep; Michael Shay, a cellist whose musicality and taste bring me to freaking tears; Pete Wasner, a keyboardist and master musician who has actually helped to make my music sound more like it's being made by grownups; and John McNally, a young guitarist who plays pedal steel and somehow makes it sound like angels falling out of the sky. What a gang! I am humbled.
I am so honored that each of these musicians came on board to help me jazz up my little tunes.
So what's the big holdup you ask? I can give you all kinds of reasons that really are too boring, even for this blog, so I will just say...there's been a terrible attack of ennui (look it up) going on with me for the or four years at's coincided with everything from the passing of the last four birthdays (re: the alarming shit that's been happening to my face and knees with each passing year...seriously? Who saw this coming???),  to all the implications, large and small, of the last election cycle, not to mention the one that's coming up. There's been alot about life lately that's just making me want to stay under the bed. I realize that's no excuse, and if I was a real worth-my-salt artist I'd be ranting and raving and using all that misery as fuel for my holy fire. know. That could still happen. But I'm just trying to be honest with you in the meantime.
Anyway, since this is supposed to be a music blog and not a bigass whine-a-thon...I'll tell you what I'm doing this morning.
 I am currently poised to throw in my entry into the ring for a showcase at this year's Americanafest here in Nashville in September. I shot some video this morning of a brand new tune (hence the prior freakout about my FACE, dear GOD) and am now laboring over the entry form. I hate entry forms. They always make me feel like a piece of tattered refuse on the shore of the arts. But I have been a classic underachiever since the 10th grade (and probably way before that) so I probably should just own it. Besides, Steve (remember Steve?) told me an hour ago that one thing's for sure: if you never try anything, then it's a dead certainty that nothing will ever happen. He's a wise one, that guy.
Other than that...I keep on writing songs and playing them for people. It's fun. When I remember to do that, it makes me feel a little better about everything else.
No promises. Be well, find joy, and thanks for listening...until the next. Victoria

Basic Chewy Depression Brownies

1 cup butter, melted
3 cups sugar
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
4 eggs
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup semisweet chocolate chips

prep:15 mins  Cook: 35 mins  ready in: 50 mins

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease a 9x13 baking dish.
2. Combine the melted butter, sugar, and vanilla in a large bowl. Beat in the eggs, one at a time,          mixing well after each, until thoroughly blended.
3.Sift the flour, cocoa powder, and salt in a bowl. Gradually stir the flour mixture into the egg mixture until blended. Stir in the chocolate morsels. Spread the batter evenly into the prepared baking dish.
4. Bake in the preheated oven until an inserted toothpick comes out clean, 35 to 40 minutes. Remove and cool pan on wire rack before cutting.
5. Eat. Do share them with somebody else. You will be alot more depressed and possibly ill if you eat them all yourself.

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