My experience auditioning for a record label. Dedicated to anyone who has done something weird.
I reminded myself that there was no one to ask for permission. I could play solo, and write the words I needed to say. I could record, live tight, and strip my life to its essence, with its familiar silence and the weight of everything being exactly where I left it. I could go on without anyone, but I didn’t want to. What I wanted was a team. Everyone wants a team. Even dogs group together in the wild.
This is the latest from “The Solo Show,” my ongoing collection of essays, playlists and stories.
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