I can overthink anything. Including this blog. I’ve been fretting over how to convey in words how perfectly perfect and gloriously glorious my show on the 18th was…and the thing is, that can’t really be done. It was a glorious night of MUSIC, and as my beloved Steve Martin says, “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.”
I haven’t given up on it yet. Meanwhile, though, I’m posting this little snippet just to thumb my nose at the voice in my mind that alternates between yelling at me for not having written a perfect blog, and yelling at me for not having posted anything at all, and yelling at me for…you get the idea. It sucks to have a mean bully living in one’s head. It seems that most of my nearest and dearest do have just that. May we all be bully-free, SOON!.