My week at Jazz Camp West this year was rough. I was hit with an unexplained depression that practically knocked me off my feet for the first four days.
Who knows why? It doesn’t really matter.
What’s relevant here is that, because of this weird depression, I was a hair trigger for tears. Anything could, and would, set me off.
I felt like I spent most of the first half of camp trying to regulate my tears — because crying in public makes everyone else so uncomfortable, right? It was really no fun.
Then on Tuesday I got an opportunity to perform. I had exactly five minutes, and I decided to share my Creative Sandbox song (updated a bit from this version) — which is only about two minutes long — so I had about two minutes for an introduction to explain the song, which would still [Read more…]
