I'm 17 days late, but it's a new year: a helpful time, if artificially constructed, for reflection on our small, beautiful lives. Feel free to skip down for details about a concert in New York City on Wednesday, Jan. 25, or read on.
2022 was an important year for me creatively. I released "In Our Softening", a record that I'm extraordinarily proud of. It has done better than I ever imagined it would, including getting critical attention and making it onto several "best of" year-end lists, including I Care If You Listen's Editor's Picks, Night After Night (Steve Smith), and Boulanger Initiative's Favorite Albums of 2022. I spear-headed Troy Street Pianos, a project that brought art and music to the streets of Troy through painted pianos. I continued organizing and curating the The Lift Series at the Troy Savings Bank Music Hall. I began co-hosting concerts at Troy Listening Room, my strange and perfect church-home with my husband Sam.
But the elephant in my room is that I haven't truly found my way back to performing since the pandemic began. And I miss it terribly. Performing involves an incredible amount of momentum, and I just haven't been able to get that back yet.