It happened last night when Rebecca did music solo on the deck at Seven Bridges Grille and Brewery on Jacksonville’s southside. Just as she started a song, there was a pop. It was not a pretty pop. For a second, I thought she’d torched a guitar string. Then I saw the look on her face. Her first sound system, the one she bought when she started performing as a solo artist, had gone belly up. Continue reading “In memoriam: Let us now praise the Daysies’ Yamaha Stagepas 500”
Every performer deals with it at some point. Things are bopping right along, going great, and then it hits. Someone gifts you with something you definitely don’t want—a virus. But you keep going because you have to. You may think to yourself it’s just a bug, and after a few days you’ll toss it off because you’re young and healthy. Then comes the point when you realize, yes, the show must go on, but sometimes, you just can’t. Continue reading “The show must go on—unless you’re too sick”
By Rebecca Day
During a series of lectures on her style of fiction writing, Ayn Rand concluded, “Every writer is a moral philosopher.” I discovered this passage as part of that lecture series only recently in a book published posthumously, The Art of Fiction, a Guide for Writers and Readers. If I’d read it a decade ago, my life might have taken a very different path. Continue reading “What does philosophy have to do with music and art?”
Watching a band develop is proving to be one of the more interesting experiences in my life. I could (and probably should because we have a nearly complete manuscript) publish a book.
But there’s one aspect of that experience I want to comment on today.
What’s behind that band on the stage? Continue reading “Band Mom: What’s behind that band on the stage?”