Life has been running full blast, full speed. I like it! Nice buffer for all the heartbreak songs that keep churnin' outta me.
So finally I have decided to get 500 copies of Burned My Ass made, with the help of Harris Newman at Gray Market Mastering, Sandy Peic at Inspired Design and Audiobec who duplicated it all. Those of you with the first 60 or so copies of the homemade limited edition -- if it quits working lemme know, I’ll send you a new one. Raw music at its newest, Burned My Ass was an urgent creative surge.
A couple of these tunes are being Jennyfied. The Jennys arrangement for Devil’s Paintbrush Road evokes something I’ve never felt before -- It calls up my hobo heritage -- like I’m riding the rails on a clear crisp early summer day, the trains rhythm churning, the wind whisping by and the mountains breathing.
So, anyway, OH MY GOSH, The Wailin’ Jennys -- The show we put on, the work we are doing: It’s like a functional equal opportunity singer/songwriter collective with a hell of al lot of perks including awesome girl band and built-in Juno nominations. It is pretty crazy being a deck-hand on this wacky big ship built by Ruth Moody, Nicky Mehta and Cara Luft -- I mean, I feel like I’m an equal part and so supported, but I'm in awe of these three for making it all happen.
I'm learning a lot lemme tell you -- It’s almost spiritual. Our show in Vancouver I was initiated into The Way Of Hairspray, and the world of eyeshaddow is just beginning to unfold -- a dawn of subtle blends of colour. I’m becoming such a girly girl I can’t believe it. I guess I wanted that. Nice to have these Jenny guides to figure it out with and for. In the meantime it’s nice to get home to my boxer shorts and oversized T shirt. Pure bumming around. Ahh bliss.
It’s been a great week at home. I’m back on a plane this afternoon, then back into town next weekend for the massive crazy Folk Alliance meeting here IN MY TOWN! So exciting. Ah Montréal! Gorgeous freaks everywhere.