Music Equals Love: Cracking the Whip

November 22, 2011

Starting last week, I committed myself to 4 hours of practice a day. I am trying to become music…. I’m writing everyday so you can track my progress: Day One of Practice Bootcamp I am going to make this quick,

Music Equals Love: Someone Save My Life Tonight

November 9, 2011

If I didn’t despise the taste of alcohol so much, I would be addicted to AA meetings at this point. Instead, I have decided to drown my worries and concerns in music. I have listened to “Funeral” by four times,

Music Equals Love: What The Body Remembers

October 9, 2011

I have heard stories of 80 year old women remembering dance steps from nights out in their 20′s and adults who were once upon-a-time piano students sitting down at the piano to remember every note to “Fur Elise.” In massage

Music Equals Love: The Musician’s Voice

September 24, 2011

In my last post, I mused on the importance of the Artist’s voice. Today I want to specifically talk about the awesome power of the Musician’s voice. The Musician’s voice is indeed POWERFUL. More powerful than any other Art form.

Music Equals Love: The Artist’s Voice

September 21, 2011

No voice is more important than an Artist’s voice. A political voice is full of lies, a religious voice is sprinkled with uncertainty, and a student’s voice is concerned with winning approval. The Artistic voice is the voice that is

Music Equals Love: A Warrior Doesn’t Quit

September 17, 2011

Today marks the 100th time I have heard an adult say, “I wish my parents had not let me quit piano lessons!” OK, I’m lying. I don’t really know the exact number of times I have heard this, but I

Music Equals Love: Singing = Yoga

September 4, 2011

After spending some free time at the piano this summer playing through tunes like “Autumn Leaves,” “Cheek to Cheek,” and “Fly Me to the Moon,” I am back to focusing 100 percent on my life’s purpose: singing. Singing is a

Music Equals Love: Stage Fright

September 2, 2011

Tonight I played the banjo for the first time in public for a full set of songs. I accompanied my friend, Rachael Harryman, a singer-songwriter originally from Kentucky. We performed at Bar Lubitsch in West Hollywood. I was nervous and