It'll still have some lyrical tweaks. And this is kind of a sloppy bedroom demo. But I kind of love sloppy bedroom demos.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
It's been a while...
Is anyone ever prolific when life is easy? Well, it's good to be creating again...
Here's a sample of the newest. Just the first part, so prepare for it to end abruptly:
Here's a sample of the newest. Just the first part, so prepare for it to end abruptly:
Saturday, March 26, 2011
At the Same Time
At the Same Time.
I am at the symphony.
I am listening, absorbing… and soon find I am instructing myself to let the music wash over me. Just let it come.
My mind wanders to just a week before, when I was standing in the ocean and pondering big things, as one can’t help but do when standing in the ocean, and telling myself the same thing. Let it wash over you. Just enjoy it.
I think about how similar the experiences are. I also think about how long ago that seems. One week.
I think, these two points in time seem distant because I am standing on the timeline.
If I took a step back, the two points would seem closer together.
If I stepped back even further, and then further than that, the two points in time would be indistinguishable. Just one small, single dot in a very long string that started long, long ago.
So, I am at the symphony
And at the same time, I am in the ocean
At the same time I am trying out for the school play and
There’s a bang of the timpani.
There’s a big wave and I jump.
At the same time I am meeting him.
At the same time, I am 5 years old and afraid to jump off the swing.
At the same time, he is breaking my heart.
From far enough away, it appears that I am taking the SATs while simultaneously making the world’s best margarita and having my diaper changed.
At the same time, I am 7 and jump off the swing only to land face first in the gravel.
At the same time, I am turning 80 years old and have obviously survived the swing incident of 1988.
At the same time, I still love him.
At the same time, I am in my bedroom, writing this down
But the entire orchestra is playing hand cymbals and it sounds like snow, or confetti and I will always be here.
And the water is unseasonably warm.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Science!
Oh creativity, you always strike in the wee hours. Like 1am.
I feel like I've been writing a bunch of science songs lately. I just finished a song about love and the apocalypse (literally mentioning birds falling from the sky, massive amounts of dead fish, and Iran enriching Uranium). Hopefully I'll record that one soon. And while it's not a new song, "Nothing To Do With You" mentions Occam's razor. Ooh, and the bridge to "Why It's Blue" loosely explains how certain colors of the light spectrum get absorbed by the atmosphere. Maybe my next album will have science theme...
I started this song, and made this rough recording last night. This is just the start of a song about stars and space. Or really, it's about my desire for big and distant things, and how the difficulty or distance doesn't make them shine any less brightly, nor appeal to me any less.
These aren't going to be the final lyrics. I wanted to re-record "where we're going" as "where I'm going," but at that exact moment, science failed me and my recording equipment decided it did not want to play nice with Snow Leopard. Technology thwarts my science song!
So, a glimpse into my creative process...
I feel like I've been writing a bunch of science songs lately. I just finished a song about love and the apocalypse (literally mentioning birds falling from the sky, massive amounts of dead fish, and Iran enriching Uranium). Hopefully I'll record that one soon. And while it's not a new song, "Nothing To Do With You" mentions Occam's razor. Ooh, and the bridge to "Why It's Blue" loosely explains how certain colors of the light spectrum get absorbed by the atmosphere. Maybe my next album will have science theme...
I started this song, and made this rough recording last night. This is just the start of a song about stars and space. Or really, it's about my desire for big and distant things, and how the difficulty or distance doesn't make them shine any less brightly, nor appeal to me any less.
These aren't going to be the final lyrics. I wanted to re-record "where we're going" as "where I'm going," but at that exact moment, science failed me and my recording equipment decided it did not want to play nice with Snow Leopard. Technology thwarts my science song!
So, a glimpse into my creative process...
Monday, January 24, 2011
It’s all about the circumstances…
When I’m at home, weak coffee in a Styrofoam cup tastes like… weak coffee. And I don’t even have any Styrofoam cups at my house. In short, it’s not good.
When I’m at the YMCA, weak coffee in a Styrofoam cup tastes like accomplishment. It tastes like “hey, way to actually GO to the gym this time” mixed with muscle fatigue. It doesn’t taste so bad, really.
When I’m traveling from gig to gig, as I am right now, weak coffee in a Styrofoam cup (most likely pumped or poured from a carafe in the lobby of a two star hotel) tastes like adventure. It tastes like renewed independence and the thrill of actually making a living as a musician. Occasionally, if left on the burner for too long, it has a hint of homesickness. Sometimes when the lid doesn’t fit quite right I miss my pillow (you know, the good one) or having dinner with friends at a place I know well. It can't all be good.
But then, I take another sip. And another. By now the coffee has found a home in the cupholder beside the driver’s seat, and I am on my way. That’s when, homesickness aside, I remember how much I do love weak, crappy hotel coffee in a Styrofoam* cup, with that unmistakable flavor of “where next?” that Starbucks has never quite mastered.
*Of course, I’d prefer a paper cup. Styrofoam is the devil. Somebody tell the hotels and the folks at the Y.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Why It's Blue
Okay. I'm really excited about the upcoming album. I know it's taking forever. And I've been posting some sneak peeks to the secret blog (pre-order the album from kateklim.com for access) but don't want this blog to feel neglected.
So here's an unedited, incomplete version of Why It's Blue. Even though it's incomplete, I think you can tell where it's going... Sigh. I'm so happy :)
So here's an unedited, incomplete version of Why It's Blue. Even though it's incomplete, I think you can tell where it's going... Sigh. I'm so happy :)
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Kamikaze Love
Oh, how I do love this new album.
It's coming along great! Ridiculously behind schedule? Yes. But worth every extra moment, and every crazy trip to Boston during my rare free weekends.
I've been posting a lot to the making-of-the-CD blog (which you can have access to if you pre-order the CD! Just use the handy-dandy paypal button at kateklim.com) but didn't mean to deny this blog the occasional sneak peak. So here you go:
It's coming along great! Ridiculously behind schedule? Yes. But worth every extra moment, and every crazy trip to Boston during my rare free weekends.
I've been posting a lot to the making-of-the-CD blog (which you can have access to if you pre-order the CD! Just use the handy-dandy paypal button at kateklim.com) but didn't mean to deny this blog the occasional sneak peak. So here you go:
Thursday, November 25, 2010
How To Video: Sweet Potato Horse Head (And What I'm Thankful for This Year)
Well, it's Thanksgiving, and I have much to be thankful for (including, but not limited to: the great folks who support my art, my family, amazing friends, health, happiness and Local Taco). I'm super thankful, but I won't bore you with it. Just know that I am.
For this post, I'll just write about one thing in particular that I'm thankful for: family traditions. Specifically, my favorite tradition of all time, the Thanksgiving Sweet Potato war.
Friends, let me tell you a story.
The Story of the Sweet Potato War
Twenty years ago, when I was 8 years old, and long before I thought they were delicious, I was offered my first taste of sweet potatoes. As most second graders would, I instantly thought they were revolting. Impressed by my incredible bravery, my older brother asked how they were.
"Delicious," I responded without thinking. I don't know why I lied. Wait–yes I do. I lied so I could trick Matt into eating them. He fell for it, and after he'd taken one mushy, disgusting bite, I burst out laughing. The seed was planted. He would have revenge.
The next year, Matt snuck sweet potatoes into my food. One sneaky little spoonful was tucked underneath my regular (safe, delicious, non-orange) mashed potatoes. Oh the horror! Later that meal (or perhaps the following Thanksgiving... it gets blurry) I snuck sweet potatoes into his milk. Simple enough.
It grew from there. In 5th grade, I made a blow dart out of a drinking straw, and in a move that would become Klim family history, blew sweet potato into his mouth from across the table as he raised his fork to eat.
In college, I worked in a hardware store and (partially out of boredom) started plotting months in advance. I came home armed with invisible wire, eye hooks, and a CD that included Handel's Hallelujah Chorus. This was now the post-divorce era, and our Thanksgivings were no longer the big productions of my childhood. Assigned seating was a thing of the past, but one person had an assigned seat that year.
Matt humored me by sitting at the seat in front of the place card bearing his name.
I waited until dinner was well underway, and then turned around and pressed play on a portable stereo I had stashed beneath a side table. The chorus began to play. At that moment, I untaped the end of the invisible wire, which had been strung through a series of eyehooks in a makeshift pulley system, and as I slowly fed the wire more slack, a sweet potato lowered from the ceiling onto Matt's plate. My cousins applauded. Once again, history was made.
Since then, the tradition has faded as life continues to offer more and more distractions and holidays become rushed. I missed the past two Thanksgivings to play gigs. Matt has a family of his own. There have been attempts (such as giving Matt's daughter a Mr. Potato Head as a Thanksgiving gift, and having her unwrap it in front of him only to find a sweet potato adorned with plastic facial accessories), but I've never matched the Hallelujiah-descending-potato.
Until now, perhaps:
For this post, I'll just write about one thing in particular that I'm thankful for: family traditions. Specifically, my favorite tradition of all time, the Thanksgiving Sweet Potato war.
Friends, let me tell you a story.
The Story of the Sweet Potato War
Twenty years ago, when I was 8 years old, and long before I thought they were delicious, I was offered my first taste of sweet potatoes. As most second graders would, I instantly thought they were revolting. Impressed by my incredible bravery, my older brother asked how they were.
"Delicious," I responded without thinking. I don't know why I lied. Wait–yes I do. I lied so I could trick Matt into eating them. He fell for it, and after he'd taken one mushy, disgusting bite, I burst out laughing. The seed was planted. He would have revenge.
The next year, Matt snuck sweet potatoes into my food. One sneaky little spoonful was tucked underneath my regular (safe, delicious, non-orange) mashed potatoes. Oh the horror! Later that meal (or perhaps the following Thanksgiving... it gets blurry) I snuck sweet potatoes into his milk. Simple enough.
It grew from there. In 5th grade, I made a blow dart out of a drinking straw, and in a move that would become Klim family history, blew sweet potato into his mouth from across the table as he raised his fork to eat.
In college, I worked in a hardware store and (partially out of boredom) started plotting months in advance. I came home armed with invisible wire, eye hooks, and a CD that included Handel's Hallelujah Chorus. This was now the post-divorce era, and our Thanksgivings were no longer the big productions of my childhood. Assigned seating was a thing of the past, but one person had an assigned seat that year.
Matt humored me by sitting at the seat in front of the place card bearing his name.
I waited until dinner was well underway, and then turned around and pressed play on a portable stereo I had stashed beneath a side table. The chorus began to play. At that moment, I untaped the end of the invisible wire, which had been strung through a series of eyehooks in a makeshift pulley system, and as I slowly fed the wire more slack, a sweet potato lowered from the ceiling onto Matt's plate. My cousins applauded. Once again, history was made.
Since then, the tradition has faded as life continues to offer more and more distractions and holidays become rushed. I missed the past two Thanksgivings to play gigs. Matt has a family of his own. There have been attempts (such as giving Matt's daughter a Mr. Potato Head as a Thanksgiving gift, and having her unwrap it in front of him only to find a sweet potato adorned with plastic facial accessories), but I've never matched the Hallelujiah-descending-potato.
Until now, perhaps:
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Gigs and Album Stuff (In other words, a copy of my October newsletter, posted to my blog.)
Greetings friends!
I'm writing to you from the futon in my producer's studio, just outside Boston, MA. We just finished editing and listening to "Why It's Blue," and I won't lie–I'm giddy. The angel-voiced Kristin Cifelli comes over tomorrow do sing background vocals, and I couldn't be more excited. If you've been meaning to pre-order, please do, and if you want to make the liner notes (by donating $50 or more to the project) there's a deadline of October 22nd to make it into the graphic design. Be immortalized. (Just imagine... It's the year 2159, and someone's discovered a time capsule from the early 22nd century. Enclosed is a copy of my album, Kamikaze Love, and your name is listed under the thank you section. The people of the future can only assume that you were extremely important and altruistic. They name a holiday after you. And at least one bridge.) You can pre-order or donate here:
Philly area gig - Saturday, October 30th at Burlap and Bean
My first Philly area gig in FOR-EV-ER. Not only will this be co-bill with fellow pianist John Conahan, but it will be cheap (ten bucks) and wicked fun. If we sell out in advance, I will wear a child's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Costume (you can view it here). Find out more about the venue, and buy tickets in advance (recommended) by visiting burlapandbean.com.
Cheesecake recipe...
Ok, truth–I'm pretty much a vegan these days, and I just thought by including the words "cheesecake recipe" in this email's subject line [which I TOTALLY DID when I sent this out as an email], you'd be compelled to read it. But once upon a time a made this cheesecake. It weighed approximately ten pounds and the gentleman friend I made it for took one bite and exclaimed "You made this from ingredients?!" It was that good. We got extremely possessive about the cheesecake, and when his roommate cut what we viewed as an excessively large piece, we stared at him until he finished every last bite. (Wasting any would have been an unforgivable offense.)
The recipe can be found here at allrecipes.com. I also read all the user comments and tweaked accordingly. If you make it, let me know how it turns out. Preferably in person, at one of my upcoming shows.
Speaking of Upcoming Shows...
Aside from the Philly show, I have a number of other shows coming up, including some in Memphis, Texas and more. Find all my tourdates at kateklim.com.
That's it for now. Thanks for listening (and reading)!
xoxo
Kate
Twitter: @kateklim
Blog: kateklim.blogspot.com
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Occasionally, things are perfect.
Intentionally and pretentiously written in the third person:
SCENE: A perfect fall Saturday in central Ohio...
While en route to the local Whole Foods, Kate stumbles upon a farmers market, peace demonstration and adorable main street where more people are walking than driving. Since the farmers market is closing up, Kate finds her way to a local coffee shop where she counts seven chess games being played, with competitors representing every generation. The barista pretends to to warm her scone with his mind, while making superhero noises.
And with that, Kate falls utterly, hopelessly in love with Worthington, Ohio.
---
PS- Concerning my last blog post... I decided this moment was definitely worth sharing :)
SCENE: A perfect fall Saturday in central Ohio...
While en route to the local Whole Foods, Kate stumbles upon a farmers market, peace demonstration and adorable main street where more people are walking than driving. Since the farmers market is closing up, Kate finds her way to a local coffee shop where she counts seven chess games being played, with competitors representing every generation. The barista pretends to to warm her scone with his mind, while making superhero noises.
And with that, Kate falls utterly, hopelessly in love with Worthington, Ohio.
---
PS- Concerning my last blog post... I decided this moment was definitely worth sharing :)
Friday, September 17, 2010
Some Things You Save...
At one point this summer, I found myself staring out over a lake at sunset.
I had an impromptu sushi picnic in a random park.
I walked my way down Newbury Street to the Boston Common, and two willow trees framed the skyline perfectly.
Each time, I found myself reaching for my phone to take a picture and post it on twitter. Each of these times I also had the sense to stop myself, thinking "some things I need to save for me."
Oh, Twitter, you're so addictive. It's so tempting to publicize every occasion in which I do something cool. Because, people will think I'm cool, right? Don't get me wrong—I'm not anti-twitter. I initially signed up to keep fans in distant cities engaged and share new music. I continue to use it because it allows me to feel connected to old friends, and even helps me find new friends. And, well, sometimes I find myself hilarious and want the world to know.
In fact, I just tweeted. (Cough. Excuse me.)
I'm a writer and performer, so I love sharing my thoughts and feelings. I do it on a regular basis, and value the vulnerability that comes with singing my songs for an audience, or writing them and immediately posting them to this blog. There are lots of folks out there who think there's far too much information (and far too much useless information) taking up prime real estate in our brains. I'm undecided on that one.
What I'm trying to keep in check is my motivation for sharing parts of my life, or even my motivation for the activities I post about. (I've caught myself pushing myself to do something adventurous because it would be an "awesome tweet." That historically does not lead to my best decision-making.)
Mainly, though, I'm just going to try and remember that some moments need to belong only to me—partly because I just think they should, and partly because there are some moments that can't be descibed or shared. And certainly can't be communicated in 140 characters or less or with a crappy picture from my cell phone.
I will continue to write and share songs that mean something to me, though. I'm definitely going to keep making odd videos. Ooh. And blog and tweet whatever goofy thoughts I have. No question. It's just that I had a great lunch adventure in Boston today... and I'm not telling you where. I'm saving that one. :)
I had an impromptu sushi picnic in a random park.
I walked my way down Newbury Street to the Boston Common, and two willow trees framed the skyline perfectly.
Each time, I found myself reaching for my phone to take a picture and post it on twitter. Each of these times I also had the sense to stop myself, thinking "some things I need to save for me."
Oh, Twitter, you're so addictive. It's so tempting to publicize every occasion in which I do something cool. Because, people will think I'm cool, right? Don't get me wrong—I'm not anti-twitter. I initially signed up to keep fans in distant cities engaged and share new music. I continue to use it because it allows me to feel connected to old friends, and even helps me find new friends. And, well, sometimes I find myself hilarious and want the world to know.
In fact, I just tweeted. (Cough. Excuse me.)
I'm a writer and performer, so I love sharing my thoughts and feelings. I do it on a regular basis, and value the vulnerability that comes with singing my songs for an audience, or writing them and immediately posting them to this blog. There are lots of folks out there who think there's far too much information (and far too much useless information) taking up prime real estate in our brains. I'm undecided on that one.
What I'm trying to keep in check is my motivation for sharing parts of my life, or even my motivation for the activities I post about. (I've caught myself pushing myself to do something adventurous because it would be an "awesome tweet." That historically does not lead to my best decision-making.)
Mainly, though, I'm just going to try and remember that some moments need to belong only to me—partly because I just think they should, and partly because there are some moments that can't be descibed or shared. And certainly can't be communicated in 140 characters or less or with a crappy picture from my cell phone.
I will continue to write and share songs that mean something to me, though. I'm definitely going to keep making odd videos. Ooh. And blog and tweet whatever goofy thoughts I have. No question. It's just that I had a great lunch adventure in Boston today... and I'm not telling you where. I'm saving that one. :)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The Habit
So, it seems I've gotten into the habit of creating. All the time. I left Boston on Friday, and was back in Nashville by Sunday night (stopping for a wedding in Pittsburgh on the way) so don't get me wrong... I'm exhausted. I fully intended to head to bed early tonight. But then music happened, and I recorded this idea that had been bouncing around my head for the past month:
This isn't from the album (the album recording quality will be much higher, and have other people playing instruments. I swear!). I just miss spending each night til dawn recording.
Maybe I'll just stay this way :)
This isn't from the album (the album recording quality will be much higher, and have other people playing instruments. I swear!). I just miss spending each night til dawn recording.
Maybe I'll just stay this way :)
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Life in Boston
Dear Blog,
I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. The truth is... well... I've been seeing another blog. I've been making this CD, and I put up a blog to keep all the folks who have donated and pre-ordered updated on it's progress.
But I didn't mean to spend so much time away. And I have CD updates for this blog, too.
1) It's gonna be AWESOME
2) Bass, drums, and piano for most of the tracks are done
3) I'm having an incredible time making it
4) Our bass player is hilarious, and tells ridiculous stories like this one, the "Iguana Story"
So, I've been spending a lot of my time lately laughing... more soon :)
-Kate
I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. The truth is... well... I've been seeing another blog. I've been making this CD, and I put up a blog to keep all the folks who have donated and pre-ordered updated on it's progress.
But I didn't mean to spend so much time away. And I have CD updates for this blog, too.
1) It's gonna be AWESOME
2) Bass, drums, and piano for most of the tracks are done
3) I'm having an incredible time making it
4) Our bass player is hilarious, and tells ridiculous stories like this one, the "Iguana Story"
So, I've been spending a lot of my time lately laughing... more soon :)
-Kate
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Ya Know What I Love?
I'm not sure when it happened, exactly, but at some point during high school or college, my mom was trying to coax me out of heartbreak by reminding me of life's simple pleasures. Most of the conversation is lost to me, but I remember one statement:
"Ya know what I love? Pockets."
And my mother proceeded to explain how sometimes, when everything seems to be going wrong, she reminds herself how much she loves pockets. Because they're convenient. Because at some point, someone had to invent them. They go unnoticed, but they're essential. (I recall this conversation whenever I wear trendy pants and find myself missing the place to anchor my hands during nervous conversation. Or to store/find a quarter).
Anyway, this post isn't intended to preach about love. It's just interesting to note that there are lots of things to love other than (okay, maybe in addition to) people. The new album starts recording tomorrow, and I think it's going to be named after the song "Kamikaze Love." So, it's on my mind, I suppose.
Ya know I love?
Google search montages! (especially when the images are of varying size and quality because I'm lazy and quickly use screen capture without any further editing...)
Amen, my friend. Who doesn't love cookies?
"Ya know what I love? Pockets."
And my mother proceeded to explain how sometimes, when everything seems to be going wrong, she reminds herself how much she loves pockets. Because they're convenient. Because at some point, someone had to invent them. They go unnoticed, but they're essential. (I recall this conversation whenever I wear trendy pants and find myself missing the place to anchor my hands during nervous conversation. Or to store/find a quarter).
Anyway, this post isn't intended to preach about love. It's just interesting to note that there are lots of things to love other than (okay, maybe in addition to) people. The new album starts recording tomorrow, and I think it's going to be named after the song "Kamikaze Love." So, it's on my mind, I suppose.
Ya know I love?
Google search montages! (especially when the images are of varying size and quality because I'm lazy and quickly use screen capture without any further editing...)
Amen, my friend. Who doesn't love cookies?
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Kerrville Folk Festival Video Shenanigans.
So, there's nothing like being in a songwriting contest with an ex-boyfriend. I took advantage of this situation, and made this little video with fellow songwriter, and former boyfriend, Chris O'Brien about what it was like to date me. This video was recorded at the 2010 Kerrville Folk Festival in Kerrville, Texas.
*Despite what people have suggested, I TOTALLY did not edit Chris's responses in this video. That would be dishonest.
*Despite what people have suggested, I TOTALLY did not edit Chris's responses in this video. That would be dishonest.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
I won.
Aghhh! I won!
http://www.kerrville-music.com/newfolk.htm
I'll have more info up soon. And a crazy video I made with singer/songwriter Chris O'Brien. And pictures of hippie graffiti.
But I just wanted to let you know that after several years of not winning songwriting contests, I actually won one (homophone alert!). Of course, this means I'll be in Texas an extra week. Good thing I only packed four days worth of clothes :)
Also, the view from the Starbucks I'm at right now:
http://www.kerrville-music.com/newfolk.htm
I'll have more info up soon. And a crazy video I made with singer/songwriter Chris O'Brien. And pictures of hippie graffiti.
But I just wanted to let you know that after several years of not winning songwriting contests, I actually won one (homophone alert!). Of course, this means I'll be in Texas an extra week. Good thing I only packed four days worth of clothes :)
Also, the view from the Starbucks I'm at right now:
Friday, May 28, 2010
Slowing Down.
My former roommate, Ashlee, used to make fun of me, because I never walked anywhere in our house. I sprinted. Occasionally, I pranced. But mainly, I bounded up the stairs and ran from one room to another.
In my new house, I do the same thing - if I forget my cell phone in the other room, I literally run to get it. Most of the time, this causes my roommate's dogs to start furiously barking. I still haven't gotten used to the dogs.
I'm not sure why I do this. As far as exercise goes, I generally think running is tantamount to torture, so it's not due to any kind of athletic habit. I guess, when I decide I want something, I want it now. I move fast. I think this is a good quality to have when you're pursuing a career as difficult as music.
Of course, I can't be like this all the time. I have a tendency to run until I burn out. Most of the month of May was spent working, running around, working more, playing shows, writing music, planning my album, and not sleeping. That's why, when planning my trip to the Kerrville Folk Festival, I decided to take the long way.
Option 1: (More direct route)
Option 2: (The long way. The fun route. The eat lunch in New Orleans and sleep by the Gulf of Mexico Route)
Every once in a while, I need to remind myself to slow down. Take my time getting from point A to point B, and maybe eat fried dough in New Orleans for lunch.
Or walk knee-deep into the Gulf of Mexico. (The shores of Galveston are not yet affected by the BP Spill. But I apologized to the Gulf while I was there, and promised to trade in my car for a hybrid as soon as I can afford one.)
I guess that's it. I'm going to leave this Starbucks and make my way to Kerrville now. And I promise to take my time. Did I mentioned that my internet deal-searching skillz got me a room at this place? Taking the long way pays off.
PS - You may be wondering, "Hey Kate, are you slowing down because you got a speeding ticket and opted to go to internet traffic school rather than get the points on your license?" The answer is, I don't think so. But the timing of both makes for a good tie-in. Thanks for asking :)
In my new house, I do the same thing - if I forget my cell phone in the other room, I literally run to get it. Most of the time, this causes my roommate's dogs to start furiously barking. I still haven't gotten used to the dogs.
I'm not sure why I do this. As far as exercise goes, I generally think running is tantamount to torture, so it's not due to any kind of athletic habit. I guess, when I decide I want something, I want it now. I move fast. I think this is a good quality to have when you're pursuing a career as difficult as music.
Of course, I can't be like this all the time. I have a tendency to run until I burn out. Most of the month of May was spent working, running around, working more, playing shows, writing music, planning my album, and not sleeping. That's why, when planning my trip to the Kerrville Folk Festival, I decided to take the long way.
Option 1: (More direct route)
Option 2: (The long way. The fun route. The eat lunch in New Orleans and sleep by the Gulf of Mexico Route)
Or walk knee-deep into the Gulf of Mexico. (The shores of Galveston are not yet affected by the BP Spill. But I apologized to the Gulf while I was there, and promised to trade in my car for a hybrid as soon as I can afford one.)
I guess that's it. I'm going to leave this Starbucks and make my way to Kerrville now. And I promise to take my time. Did I mentioned that my internet deal-searching skillz got me a room at this place? Taking the long way pays off.
PS - You may be wondering, "Hey Kate, are you slowing down because you got a speeding ticket and opted to go to internet traffic school rather than get the points on your license?" The answer is, I don't think so. But the timing of both makes for a good tie-in. Thanks for asking :)
Friday, April 30, 2010
It's not a question of IF this video is awesome, but rather HOW it can be so awesome.
Am I overselling the video with the above blog title? Possibly. But the theme of this next video was in fact, "awesomeness." When my newest wacky friend, Nate Baker and I heard that the Tennessean's On Nashville blog was looking for "Awesome April" themed videos, we began plotting. Unfortunately the plotting took most of April, but we've managed to get it out into the world before the month's end.
The result is this award winning* (see below) chronicle of craziness (with a bit of Nashville history thrown in for good measure).
*And our not-at-all photoshopped award:
The result is this award winning* (see below) chronicle of craziness (with a bit of Nashville history thrown in for good measure).
*And our not-at-all photoshopped award:
Monday, April 05, 2010
Album Update! New Vlog about Alabama!
Dear blog readers, music supporters, and insomniac web surfers,
First, let me just say "Woo hoo! We've hit the 40% mark for the new album's fundraising campaign!" For those of you who have given, I really can't thank you enough. I feel so fortunate to have such a great support network, and people who care enough about me and my music to help me realize my dreams. If you haven't given, and would like to, travel on over to this blog post from earlier this year.
(...Searching for a good segue to the next topic)
So, anyone seen any llamas lately? Or giant chickens? I have.
Love,
Kate
First, let me just say "Woo hoo! We've hit the 40% mark for the new album's fundraising campaign!" For those of you who have given, I really can't thank you enough. I feel so fortunate to have such a great support network, and people who care enough about me and my music to help me realize my dreams. If you haven't given, and would like to, travel on over to this blog post from earlier this year.
(...Searching for a good segue to the next topic)
So, anyone seen any llamas lately? Or giant chickens? I have.
Love,
Kate
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