Can't help ourselves. This week, as we finally took some band photos and prepared to release our collaboration with Cody Qualls, we had to try our hand at this tune by Adele. Love her, love this. This was our second time through the song, so you have to give us a little break, but we hope you enjoy it!
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The other night I played a solo show. I hadn't done a solo show in a long time, and so I decided to venture far beyond just "solo". I literally had a practice run of unfinished songs with an audience staring directly at me.
Call me unprepared, lazy or even unprofessional, but I actually did do this on purpose. The show was to raise money for suicide prevention and, given that I had just heard of a suicide close to the family, I decided it was a good show to practice getting outside of the box. I thought about what suicide really is and what it takes to get there. Is it loneliness, lack of worth, despair? All of the above and a slew of other challenges? Maybe, but whatever it is, I think more real connectedness is a good place to start to help and heal, for those who are strugglig. I thought I should play a show that forced me to be vulnerable. Unpolished, and totally ok with just talking to the crowd like we were sitting in my living room and I wanted to share some tunes. Hoping someday my good friends could learn them and we could sing them together. I'm glad I did it this way. I want to do this all the time. How?
I don't know. But I want to connect more. Not through social media, necessarily. In fact the more I research this social media connectivity, the more I realize it is too impaired, too fanciful, too impersonal and too removed from physical proximity to actually achieve what it promises for the majority of the time we are using it. Yes, we can encourge each other, message each other blessings, etc. But is that what we spend most of our time doing while scrolling through Instagram or Facebook or Snapchat?
Serioiusly, read this and then logout. I mean it. Call a friend, make a coffee date with someone you havent seen in a while. Volunteer at a soup kitchen. Take some muffins to your neighbors.
Or go play with your band, like the very off the cuff video posted here. This is just a generally random moment during band practice, but this is what we do. We get together and play songs we write and songs we just like. We talk, we create, we engage. We fail to make up words when we've forgotten Dolly Parton's perfect lyrics. And it's good and real and sometimes exactly what we need.
Engage. Connect. This is the perfect weekend to do something out of your box!
It's 2016. And there's a part of me that is terrified. But this part of me is the smallest it's ever been. Probably due to a whirlwind 6 years in music that make any rollercoaster ride look like a walk on the beach. But still, this year, it's a little different.
For the first time, I walked away from steady work to take extra time to pursue my songwriting career and band. From Colorado. Which is meaningful. We can't move, we have to stay here. And all the industry analysts assure me, I can only become a successful songwriter in Nashville, or LA. I don't have a shot. So I'm jumping off the proverbial cliff. Choosing to believe that a way will be made where one doesn't exist yet.
The old me would have called this crazy, nuts, temporary insanity, a risk to run after the riskiest business in the world, a failed decision. That old bat is still tinkering around in my head, holding onto that fear like a bitter old woman in denial that her life is almost over. But it is.
Not because I know what is going to happen. Not because I have it all figured out. That fear mongerer is breathing her last breath, because I took this step. I'm running after my dream. Not hobbling, not spending my extra time on it, I'm actively pursuing it with all of the energy I can give it. I'm the Optimism Superhero. Optimism lady. Well, three quarters of the time, at least.
The Old Bat says, "But dreams don't pay the bills."
Optimism says, "But maybe they can!"
Old Bat, "But maybe they won't."
Optimism lady, "But maybe they will!"
Bat, "But maybe you're not good enough."
Optimus Mom Hero "But maybe I am!"
Bat, "But maybe, even if you are good enough, nobody will buy your music. People don't buy music anymore."
Optimism Lady, "I will find a way."
Will I find a way? I need to pay the bills, feed my kids, go to the dentist. But I also need to teach my kids a sense of adventure, what it means to take a risk, how to dream and pursue a dream. I think so many people have this discussion with themselves.
We were made to live and walk in hope. So I'm writing this with every intention of stamping out that final flicker of fear.
Optimism lady chose this year to make her big break. Boy, I hope she does it. See you on the other side;)
Your friend Rachel from the family of Dearling.
Today Dave and I represented the work of musicians at a career fair held at a Colorado Junior High School. As kids came up and asked us questions, we were reminded about the passion of the young. Eyes wide, hearts full, potential bursting, many asked us question after question about what we do everyday, how much musicians earn, what is the best and worst part of our work, on and on. While some of the students were just looking to fulfill the requirements of the career fair (welcome junior high school attitude at it's finest!), so many were really truly excited about their futures and the possibility of music in them. I listened and I spoke and I evaluated and I am grateful. Today I was given a wonderful gift. A picture perfect reminder that passion and perseverance are an essential marriage in this business that I love so much.
Every job requires some push through, some self-motivation, some drive. But this one in particular requires a certain level of crazy passion and crazy perseverance. After years of work in crafting and learning to write songs, I'm still looking forward to that moment when my songs are on the radio on a daily basis, when I get to play Red Rocks, when I'll head to an international location to share my heart through music. I still believe I'll get to. Call it crazy, but it's my passion. The fact that I'm still trying is my perseverance. I'm willing, I'm ready. Not afraid to work hard, forfeit vacations, spend all extra money on kids with nothing left over for a haircut, let alone a new car. Some say, "Is that really living?" It is when you love it. I want to show my kids how to pursue a dream and pursue it with dignity. Pursue it properly. Never give up on the ones you love and never give up on the dream.
I'm thankful for these precious kids who are thinking long down the road about a career in music and what that would mean. They do it because music means something to them. I'm so thankful it still means something to me. This weekend, DREAM... Act on your passions with perseverance. And never regret it.