Inner critic, be damned!

My inner critic and I have known each other for a long time. As much as I would like to send it packing, I know that we are a part of each other. A gift from my inner critic is when I discover its limitations. Without fail, after each low moment when I let that…

Where nearly no one knows my name

For much of my life, I have felt like an anomaly. These past few years of moving around, I thought I had found peace with this feeling. Tonight, I went to my second ever open mic in Lowell at the Back Page. All day, I had felt in a bit of a funk, not myself….

Performance jitters

A musician across the proverbial pond recently sent me a message about performance. The questions she raised were perfect fodder for a dialogue, and I was honored by her words and her willingness to be vulnerable and reach out. For me, becoming comfortable with performance has been a long, bumpy ride, and even today there…