Still a little too not over this, folks.
Maybe because I had no idea how much this would change my life. I mean, pre-mission David replied to peeps all the time… well, not ALL the time, but every second full moon.
But everything’s different now. It’s like you’re invited into a super-special secret society I knew nothing about.
It’s been awesome but exhausting.
I don’t know where all the hand-maidens that came with it are going to sleep but at least they brought sleeping bags.
Took a while though. Couldn’t tear himself away from Twitter. Imagine that.
And the parties. Oh my. Forget Oscar season. David @ Reply Galas are where it’s at, my friends. Especially when you’re the only guest.
I had the Pokemon lounge all to myself. And the private Barbershop Concert was amazing. (David couldn’t make it and Barber Richard was a little pitchy, but still SO much fun.)
It has just been a whirlwind of glamour, let me tell you. I may even get a guest spot in an American Idol EXPERT Review Video *fingers crossed*
And I was just presented with this “Get Out of YouTube Jail Free” card! Numb, here I come!!!!
The @ Reply Committee even landed me a new job… just apprenticing for now with this great mentor, but I’m feeling really good about it.
Following David’s example and trying to stay humble about all this, of course… wasn’t even going to share this shot of my new bff, but could not resist:
Of course, these perks pale in comparison to what you get if David replies to you on IG…
I hear that involves hearing all his new demo tracks, a violin lesson from Kendra’s third cousin, Spanky Lowe, and best of all, front page coverage on FOD.
A girl can dream….
We went to the Provo temple open house today and let me tell ya, it was BEAUTIFUL. I loved loved loved it so much. Just being there was a really heartwarming experience. The tour guides shared some really amazing and emotional stories while we walked through. The picture in the background is from the 1800s. The colors and the feeling you get when you look at it are beautiful. If you guys haven't gone to the open house yet, I recommend that you should. It's a really great experience.
Back in Utah for the week preparing for upcoming shows in Denver and Boise next week. I decided to visit the once Provo Tabernacle that burnt down a few years ago, that has now been converted into an LDS (Mormon) temple. They've had an open house going on for anyone curious about what a Mormon temple is like inside before it becomes dedicated as a full-operating temple, so my sister and I along with a few friends decided to take a tour. If you ever get a chance to go to a temple open house be sure to check it out! #downtime #Utah #LDS #temple #provo #mormon
Off-topic but not really….
“I’m a pianist. I’m playing my last concert Thursday night. Then I’m taking a sabbatical. Some of my friends think I’m crazy to step away now, but I don’t want to become a two-hundred-concert-per-year performing machine. It requires too much efficiency. And the efficiency burns you out. There is a lot of pressure when you perform at Lincoln Center or Carnegie Hall. People pay for those tickets and you must respect your audience. If you’re piloting a Boeing 777 with four hundred people on board, you aren’t going to try new maneuvers. You aren’t going to have fun or experiment. You don’t have time to stay in your dreams or ideas. You need to step back from the public eye so you have space to grow. I won’t say that taking time off makes you a ‘better’ musician, because I don’t like the word ‘better.’ It sounds competitive. But it does make you less of an automaton and more human. It’s like exploring a new continent. Time off is a space where you allow things to happen other than the known.”
“Pleasing people is a huge drive. Any artist who tells you otherwise is either selfish or autistic. Art is a communication, and it’s not incompatible with your integrity to desire an audience. A public performance is a miracle. You never know who’s watching, but you feel a communion between yourself, the audience, and the composer who wrote the notes two hundred years ago. But fuck the notes. The notes are not important. They were the composer’s only means of communicating. The important thing is what’s between the notes and behind the notes. My job as a pianist is to interpret. Why did the composer put that note there? I need to understand the moment preceding the note. And when that happens– when I can reach back two hundred years and connect to a composer’s humanity, even if I’m completely alone, it’s the same feeling of communion as when I perform in front of an audience.”