You've heard how we become completely different people every seven years as our cells all replace themselves? It's a lovely oversimplification, of course. The childhood scar on my knee knows better. I was trying to fly a kite without wind, running as fast as I could and looking only upward, when I clotheslined myself across a sliding board at (thankfully) knee level and not neck level.
It's been seven years since “A Message in the Mess,” my last solo album. When I was on the verge of a career/life breakthrough. Then, in 2019, my world and everyone’s … paused. My studio work floundered. My anxiety skyrocketed. My husband began to refer to our deck as my "panic room with a view."
Maybe I have learned nothing from trying to fly the kite, but I’m making one more solo album, and showing off all those pandemic scars. But I need your help. Deadline Dec. 18. What’s on the album? Why not just one CD? Why should you care? Learn more and crowdfund/pre-order:
igg.me/at/panicroomwithaview |