What has happened here? Typically, I would redirect that question to ask: "what is happening here", and then go on about my (gradual) transition to Santa Claus. The real question, though (if there is one) is why, at 51 (in 2012), have I (for the first time) made the hairstyle transformation to the 1970's? I can say that I didn't anticipate my hair growing this long. When I decided (along with my 20-something hair stylist, with no firsthand experience in the '70s - not that we were thinking about that) to go in this direction, it was more of a "whatt'ya know, it woirks" kind of response, each time the hair grew a bit longer. Mid-life crisis? Well, I don't feel in crisis, but perhaps something like a sense of urgency. Not unrelated to my improved practice discipline (and other things) I suspect: Make it happen now, while the sun shines.

Now this is a jazz room (and the first time I didn't mind sitting in front of the trumpet player)! Had a wonderful first experience performing at 49 West last night. A very special thanks to Elana Byrd, who took a determined interest in making the evening a success. I'm delighted to be a part of her jazz series, and (as has happened before) the first solo act of the bunch. This is a great little room for "intimate jazz", in a fine establishment with an owner who "gets it". Safe to say I felt the love last night, and appreciate all who came ("old" friends, and new). Thanks to Beth McDonald for the picture, and for running her video camera for the second set. Hope to open my 2012 YouTube channel (it'll be number 7) with video from this show. We'll see what I get. Rumor has it I'll be back in the fall. It's all good.

Since I only do this every 5 years, it may hit me more forcefully, as to just how difficult test taking, or perhaps just sitting still, has become. Recently I took the Board (re)Certification exam for Music Therapists. I remember last time I had to stand up and walk around (outside the room) a couple of times. This time, however....! Wow. I'm glad I had the little test room to myself this time.