Monday, November 17, 2008

I am sitting here in my studio, a place I have spent many an hour and day and month recently working on my new album. But today is different. I am swimming in a sea of Scottish music, to the words and notes of Alasdair Fraser, Scottish Fiddler, teacher, and now hero of mine, who I was lucky enough to be exposed to in a workshop this weekend on Whidbey Island, as well as with his delightful counterpart cellist Natalie Hass.

How does one explain the feeling of having your internal wiring rearranged, your computer re-programmed, in an intensive, passionate workshop with one such as Alasdair Fraser? It has completely changed me, and now I sit here feeling my very cells rearrange, steeped in the tradition, the rich heritage, the stories, the melodies, shared so energetically and so very well by such a master on the fiddle? Well, I can only do my best. And what is one's best? There is a good question - one's best is what comes from the heart, what comes from ingredients gathered over time, with love and the utmost care, with a questioning mind, with relentless persistence, with daring, with gravity, to defy gravity.

Let me just tell you a little about Alasdair. He is a humble, glowing man, with the kind of twinkle in his eye you would associate with a wizard or as a child perhaps with Santa Claus, with a bubbling stream running through him, a beautiful Scottish accent, and many other mysterious things, so that when you first begin to listen to him play and talk, you find your senses sharpening, your attention drawn in, your mind opened. He has a way with words, that is to be sure - he talks his language with incredible creativity, describing things with ample analogies, metaphors, stories, with shouting, with pleading, with sillyness and seriousness; like a good piece of music, he takes your spirit on a journey, and you feel lifted up and carried through the strong and the soft, through the rapids and the eddies, and by the end you are wrung out. You have been squeezed, so that all the stale and lesser things have fallen out of you, and you are left empty, and yet full of something utterly new; something juicy and good is flowing through your veins, nourishing you.

Get the picture? Maybe just a little! Suffice it to say, I will be feeling the effects of this constantly in many different ways, for it has truly changed me. What a fantastic thing to be able to experience something, someone, who Changes you!!! It makes me remember how transformative it is to be inspired, how rich, how essential. Why are we not all inspired like this, all the time? Because it takes a hero to transform you. And when it happens the effects are instant and they are permanent in the fact they alter the course of your life.... because when your thinking has been altered, and your feeling has been intensified, your life course is altered. Your thoughts, after all, in marriage with your emotions, create your life, every day, every moment.

And so, I guess my first response to this marvelous event in my life is to desire that for everyone - to be transformed, inspired, whacked over the head with great ideas, to be blown over by something so beautiful it leaves you undone. And then the energy begins to flow, you begin to reach for things you couldn't reach for before, you begin to look for things you never noticed were there, you see and feel in new ways. And isn't that the best way to be alive? I am so excited simply to be brimming over with this aliveness, the aliveness of Alasdair Fraser.

I know it will affect the way in which I finish my new album, which is nearing critical mass as we speak. I can't wait to dive into it again with new energy, and to share it as if reaches completion. I am looking towards January, when I go and spend two weeks with the masterful Lynn Murphy, sound engineer, sound magician, who will mix the album with me at Charleston Sound Studio. I look to the two weeks this December when I get to perform with all those lovely people in the Charleston Christmas Show, to be creative with them for two weeks, and to explore the new ways that I can play and express the music based on what I have and am learning. I look forward to infusing my teaching with new ideas, new approaches, and attempting to absorb the attitude of Alasdair, who is patient, accepting, loving, but also prodding, cajoling, insisting that people play music with something more than just attention to a pile of notes. (I could go on about this).

I will leave it at that for now - a good start, considering I haven't written in this blog for months upon months, through the passing of my dearest friend Mela, the seven month deployment of my husband Jeff, studying protools and setting up my own studio, and the birth of my fourth CD, which I am so excited to begin sharing. (Not only am I excited to share it, I'm excited to release it and start the next one - a trad album with David MacVittie, which seems so poignant now after this marvelous weekend.) All the best to all of you and may the hero's in your life appear to you, prod you, squeeze you, take you flying, and wring you out!

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