songstress

Thursday was double-gig day.

We hit the road around midday, first gig at 2pm, then left 3.30pm, just made it to the next gig like 20 minutes before, 7pm start, 8.30pm started driving back and hit TLN just before midnight.
The gigs went super well.
I haven't sung a full length concert in a while, so it was hard work - sweat.com - but the energy was amazing.

However, I did manage to viciously burn my tongue back stage with some hot water, which I forgot was hot..well done.
In my anger I decided to pap this situation.

And I also got to wear my allllltime favourite performance dress.
So all around lovely times.

And now I'm heading to town because the weather is amazing and I'm gonna go for a walk with the spanish one.
S p r i n g  i s  c o m i n g.

Actually, I don't look very enthusiastic in either of the photos, but I promise I was!

With love, as always.
M.

Christmas tours..

I love them.

I mean, I really do. I love the Christmas tours.
I've been doing them for a long long time. I've been singing Christmas concerts pretty much forever, the tours came after. But still. Singing at Christmas is like such a fave of mine. Such a massive fave.
Granted sometimes it's annoying when my friends are making holiday plans and my answer tends to be "No, sorry I'm singing in Blah-ville that night", or "No, sorry, I'll be sitting in a car on my way to Schmeh-town".
But, it's AWESOME over-all.

However, one thing does crack me up so much, or frustrate me loooads, depending on the day.
I was getting ready before a concert last Friday and I laughed out loud at the stuff I was putting (or piling) on.
We use churches as venues (insert discussion about Estonians loving churches during these hols) and they tend to be cold, for obvious reasons. But I can't just wear jeans and a parka. I have to, or rather, I still want to be in my nice dresses and look the holiday-y part, which means one thing: LAYERS!

So I took these two photos, like 2 minutes apart. No 1 I genuinely look like I could be preparing myself for a mountain hike or whatever, and then BOOM, back in the game.

But seriously, it gets cold. I usually don't care, but when a venue's so cold that I can see the warm air leaving my mouth as I sing (you know, when it looks like steam, or like everyone is just casually exhaling smoke), then I get a bit worried.
So, therefore, all hail thermo-wear!

Happy Christmas.
M.

say my name

At some point in my life, I want someone to throw a ball, for me. (By ball, I do not mean a basket ball. I mean, a ball, a dance, a party. Could be a masquerade. That would be so much fun.)
I don't really mind the occasion, I don't think there has to be a big occasion for people to want to throw dances and dance with masks on.

And a waltz, in itself. Such a brilliantly ominous and/or seductive form. (And i think it often doesn't get the credit it deserves.) I would like to waltz. But to good waltzes, I shall post some later, not the flippant kind. This doesn't mean flippant isn't good, just it could be so much better in my books.

Devil's ball.
M.

D.

D is for Drama. Always. But not that kind.
D is for Dynamics.
And Duos.

D is for Dogs. (Heaven knows why. I don't even like dogs. Maybe I do?)

D IS FOR DANCING
D IS FOR DANCING
D IS FOR DANCING
D IS FOR DANCING

D is for Dinosaurs.
D is for Debussy.
And D is for Daffodils.

D is for Dreams.
D is for DREEEEEAAAAAAAAMS.

D is for Dames.
D is for Discipline.
D is for Don Pasquale.
D is for Danger.
D is for Druids.

D is for DRESSES

D is for Doubles
D is for Dripping

D IS FOR DIPLOMACY

D is for Dangling
And the word "Dandy"

D is for Delegation.
And for Dungeons.
D is for DRACULA
And D is for Digging
And D is for Divine
And D is for Divinity
And D is for Dolce
D is for Duvets
D is for Draining
D is for Darts
And D is for Достое́вский

D is for Dilligence
And D is for DESTRUCTION
D is for Delivering
D is for Discord
And Dissonance

D is for DUALITY
And D is for Dying.
D is for Difference
D is for Delusions

D is for Drastic


D is for DAYS
D is for DOORS

D IS FOR DESIRE
(how did i forget this?)

D is for Dinners
And Dinnerparties.

D is absolutely for Discoveries!
D is for Doing.

D is for DRAGONS


D is for Dignity.

D is for Dessay.


D is for.M.

M.

Just looking at this photo makes me happy.

And it was a good day.
M.



june

Where did June come from? I mean, I know where it came from, but I don't. The Month of June. Mental. 

First night of Cendrillon last night, and it went very well, I think. If one gets a shout-out after the curtain call ("Fairy Godmother, i love you!"), it must have been good. And I think I thought it was good. It was focussed. 

And Prince Charming, played by a girl, winked at me right at the very end. And I have 4 different costumes - a WW2 Army pin-up dress, a very cool pyjama combo, a silvery dress and rhinestones glued to my face and a floor-length black Grecian dress. Compared to the one maid outfit of Figaro, I am actually overjoyed. 

Also, the words "magnificently wonderful" from Dame Felicity Lott are just, ... just ridiculous.

I like jelly,

M.