I’ve been thinking a lot lately about some of the changes I’ve undergone as an artist. I can remember, just like it was yesterday, being in my mid 20’s and early 30’s and craving the huge stage performances. I’ve performed before audiences ranging in size from a few thousand to a handful (ok, half a handful). For some reason, at the age that I’m at now, I’m finding a great deal of satisfaction performing for, what I like to call “living room” gatherings. These are small, intimate gatherings where a group of people hire me to come in, play a little music, tell a few stories and facilitate conversation. There’s something really fulfilling about this. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the stage stuff, there’s a natural high you get off of that which can’t be compared to anything.
I wonder if any of the mega-star performers ever go through issues like this as they age? I’ve never been a piece of the machine so I can’t imagine the thoughts that plague the mega-star crowd.
Well, anyway, it’s not much of a rant but it is where I find my mind wandering to at this moment, at this time. I love my work!
Dooni, dooni kononi be nyaga da.