It was a potential career altering opportunity, and I didn’t want to fail. This show needed to be as perfect as I could make it. I agonized over the set list, arranged and rearranged the song order, and rehearsed and rehearsed and rehearsed.
Playing at the Philadelphia Folk Festival was finally within reach. This Tin Angel show was an audition. It was the closest I had ever come to this long-held dream gig, and I needed to show them my very best work.
Somewhere along the way, as momentum built and more and more tickets sold, I realized that I had already won the prize. Yes! I want to be booked to play at the festival this year, but even if I don’t, this Tin Angel gig was a privilege, an honor, and an outrageous amount of fun!
Being in the dressing room with the waist high, funky, shelf-like bed, and the tea lights around the mirror, reminded me that I had hung out there with Rosanne Cash years ago. That memory made it more significant to me that I was in there now, getting ready for my own show! It was validating of the hard work I have been consistently doing to build a sustainable creative life for myself.
I smiled as I signed the dressing room wall, adding my name to the legions of talented songwriters that came before me. This show felt like playing dress-up, and realizing that the big-girl clothes finally fit me. I was at home and at ease, and I loved every second of it.
I don’t know what will come of the seeds I planted that night, but I felt proud of my songs, my performance, and the crowd of people who showed up for me. I felt deeply honored and grateful! Thank you to everyone who helped make this a night I will always remember…
(In the dressing room, I did some primping – put on my contact lenses, added some lipstick, and put my hair up (then down, then up, then down…) and then I saw it! On the mirror, someone had written, “You’re beautiful! Go get ‘em!” It made me smile a big smile, and I took this photo to capture the spirit.)
(Photo by Daniel Endy)
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Playing at the Philadelphia Folk Festival was finally within reach. This Tin Angel show was an audition. It was the closest I had ever come to this long-held dream gig, and I needed to show them my very best work.
Somewhere along the way, as momentum built and more and more tickets sold, I realized that I had already won the prize. Yes! I want to be booked to play at the festival this year, but even if I don’t, this Tin Angel gig was a privilege, an honor, and an outrageous amount of fun!
Being in the dressing room with the waist high, funky, shelf-like bed, and the tea lights around the mirror, reminded me that I had hung out there with Rosanne Cash years ago. That memory made it more significant to me that I was in there now, getting ready for my own show! It was validating of the hard work I have been consistently doing to build a sustainable creative life for myself.
I smiled as I signed the dressing room wall, adding my name to the legions of talented songwriters that came before me. This show felt like playing dress-up, and realizing that the big-girl clothes finally fit me. I was at home and at ease, and I loved every second of it.
I don’t know what will come of the seeds I planted that night, but I felt proud of my songs, my performance, and the crowd of people who showed up for me. I felt deeply honored and grateful! Thank you to everyone who helped make this a night I will always remember…
(In the dressing room, I did some primping – put on my contact lenses, added some lipstick, and put my hair up (then down, then up, then down…) and then I saw it! On the mirror, someone had written, “You’re beautiful! Go get ‘em!” It made me smile a big smile, and I took this photo to capture the spirit.)
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