For this recital I invited a small group of my friends. My favorite foodie took charge of the food and I was very nervous. My teacher came and played a piece with me but my hands, even with a bit of vodka and my favorite tee shirt my hands still shook in public. How many years ago was that?
Today, this year… year 13? 12 years with Jonathan, I stopped shaking in public and more important, my music in my head is coming very close to the sounds that come from my guitar. FINALLY!
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Love the new space. The picture collage is fantastic. What a great experience you are sharing here. I can’t wait to continue to hear about it and all the thinking you are doing.
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