Missed last trip - no money, but hope that doesn't happen again. Hear 04 Long Time Gone 05.17.10, after my "warmup." Love it so much, that peaceful and quiet place. When I go back in on Monday, I'll try to play along with this beautiful piece as I can see the birds swooping out of the sky, down to the crystal blue waters with green ferns growing alongside ~ I'm falling down and climbing high into the sky, river tumbling down the waterfalls I know so well... 1.11.10 The best hour I spent in NYC, before I return to Panajachel, Lake Atitlan Guatemala for two months. What would I do without John Kilgore Sound & Recording? www.johnkilgore.com 12.3.09 Two and a half days in NYC, quickest trip yet. Very productive in all ways. Almost an hour at John Kilgore's, "Coming Home." Finally, at long last.
Please God make it last. No sadness this time, only happiness come. 10.26.09 Added more tracks to the Pilgrim CD. They just keep coming. Please God show me the way.
Transform anger into love. How can this be? 9.15.09 "Show Me the Way" on Pilgrim CD (54 minutes) Another incredible recording session at John Kilgore Sound & Recording. The "Pilgrim" album photo of the Camino de Santiago, is by Alessandro Pucci on flickr. I'm writing to him now for permission to use it. (He's Italian, so the photo is called "Camino di Santiago 031.") I play such good music in Kilgore's studio.
It's incredible; today was one of my finest efforts "out of the blue." Had no idea I was even going to play more than 15 minutes, and then work on overdubbing - messing around. And it just "came out" all at once the way it so often does. What luck. Or as John Kilgore, my recording engineer / owner says, "What a gift." This is really good for my self-confidence which is finally starting to build, after having NONE all my life (I am finally beginning to understand why, and without re-injury, like a flower, it is automaticaly coming back and back and back...).
He even says the few "slips" (mistakes) I make are fine, and he doesn't want to take them out. Can you imagine? He says it's so interesting to see how I incorporate them into new parts of the music or just ignore them, and "play on." Apparently this is a metaphor for "how I do the same thing in life." He says how I do this - how mistakes and slips are transformed and turned in to something new in the music is "why people love the music so much" and they really do, wherever I go. They LOVE this music. And so do I.
I can't do without it. I call it the music of life; the music of the universe. It is a song we all new when we were small. There is another song that everyone said "they new when they were a child," and I'm waiting for that beautiful song to come back. I played it - it came and played itself - over 20 years ago in Paris and Greece and North Carolina and everywhere I went. Still without a piano myself, now I play in Guatemala across Lake Atitlan at Hotel Micaso in San Pedro since they have a little upright studio piano there and people from all over the world staying there love it, too.
Everywhere in the whole word I've gone love this music so it really is wonderful. My mother was the only one who did not "love it" and now, all these years later, I realize that this too doesn't really matter. Maybe she did, after all, and only criticized it on certain occasions that "stuck in my mind." (Which would be every time I was around, but perhaps she felt differently at other times and I didn't know it. But it doesn't matter anymore, since she's gone and it's my music, and my life, not hers).
Isn't that strange? Isn't that wild? Isn't that wonderful? The last third of my life, everything seems to be finally "falling into place." Who would have guessed it? And "all it took" for "resolution" was death, and her decision for no resolution at all. I have reached "acceptance" since there truly IS "nothing more I can do about it" and perhaps now, and only now, at long last, I will be able to and will finally "grow up." I am truly a Pilgrim in this world and I ask God to "show me the way." My road awaits. 8.11.09:J. Carmichael (Tevonic (talk) 00:04, 8 July 2009 (UTC)), author of ice / tree branch photo of Ice Skating (5/09 album re-named). http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tree_branch_after_ice_storm.JPG Diary of recordings: 6.15.09: My mother died.
Recordings in NYC 6.30.09 - 7.01.09. "Forgive all." Perdonar a todos. 5.5.09: Just finished another wonderful recording session with John Kilgore. Going to his studio every Fri. and Mon.
when I go to NY has given my whole trip shape and form. This has changed everything in my whole life. And having this music to share with the world and constantly getting the same positive response has changed my viewpoint considerably. What a difference from the opinions expressed towards me when I was growing up...
I feel like I am finally coming into my own. At this stage, when it’s definitely “better late than never!” John says I have "lots of material to work with, no more recordings are required." Now it is time to go through all this music and pick out the "best parts" (i.e. my "favorite" parts) and settle down to make a CD. Oh My Goodness! Well done, John, well done.
How did you get me to do this? By giving me constant encouragement, that's how. He says he is not my teacher; he is a "sifter." I said "What if you start sifting and all you find are a few pebbles in all that sand?" and he just laughed. Perfect. As always. Where was he forty years ago? John Kilgore is my trainer.
He is my coach. He is how I wish things could have been all my life. (finish: add more notes from earlier sessions here) 2.17.09 Note: I went back, but will still have to redo recordings. Good to at least get a rough draft down. Find out how to get a real recording done. Where does this river flow come from? I haven't touched a piano since Nov.
when I recorded the last one, and it had been over a year before that. What a precious incredible gift. Turn on the tap and the water comes flowing out, waterfalls, rivers, streams and all. Silver shining light with dragonflies, slippery leaves on rocks as we climb, with sparkling water all around as we dive, bob and weave all along the river's edge.
Climbing onward and upward to the highest point of the waterfall, dive back in, swim to the bottom of the pool, climb back out and stand under the waterfall as the dream swallows us whole. In that instant moment of eternity that lasts forever, unchanging, all around us. Never ending it's always there, the infinite mystery of Life made whole. 2.14.09: "The Valentine" recorded in NYC again. Very simple, rough cuts; I'm going back Tues.
before I leave NYC to add a bit more. Time to polish these songs and add a cello, violin, or flute? Some of the pieces are truly lovely. 11.20.08: Added new tracks to "The River II" recorded at John Kilgore Sound & Recording in NYC and Stephen Griesgraber's in Brooklyn NY. Yet another great experience...
what took me so long? I was told "Catherine, YOU don't need to know how to read music!" Hearing this changed EVERYTHING. Where were they 40 years ago? Gracias a Dios. Note: Underwater photo from Brian Skerry 9.27.07: Where it all began. Here are three small pieces of music recorded last year at the former Windham Hill studios in VT, now called Imaginary Road Studios (IRS), outside of Brattleboro, VT. Thanks, Corin! Read more on Last.fm.
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