{"id":333,"date":"2011-02-27T09:20:00","date_gmt":"2011-02-27T13:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/welcome\/late-bloomer-vs-perennial\/"},"modified":"2011-02-27T09:20:00","modified_gmt":"2011-02-27T13:20:00","slug":"late-bloomer-vs-perennial","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/late-bloomer-vs-perennial\/","title":{"rendered":"Late bloomer vs. perennial?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A couple of weeks ago, I turned forty.<\/p>\n<p>No big deal, right? I&#8217;m not generally hung up on age and aging. Women in my family tend to live for a <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">long<\/span> time, and \u2013 knock wood \u2013 so will I. In truth, I don&#8217;t feel like I&#8217;m even middle-aged, yet.<\/p>\n<p>What I do feel like, though, is forty. I&#8217;m forty. And that definitely means <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">something<\/span> and is nudging me toward thinking about where I&#8217;m at and what it&#8217;s all about.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I have been called a late bloomer. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>I prefer to think of myself as a perennial.<\/p>\n<p>The way I see it, I bloomed early, I bloom often and I just keep blooming.<\/p>\n<p>The &#8220;late bloomer&#8221; label got stuck on me because my blossoms didn&#8217;t last that long. As each one faded and dropped its petals, it was dismissed and forgotten, treated as if it had never existed. But just because they didn&#8217;t last, doesn&#8217;t mean I didn&#8217;t flower as an academic whiz-kid, an academic burn-out, a celtic rock band frontwoman, a bored temp, an eco-friendly personal chef, an avid quilter, a closeted songwriter, an IT tech support representative and a Mac jockey. There were some great moments in each of those incarnations, but in a culture that pushes us to pick <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">one<\/span> thing and excel at it (or else!), I missed a lot of the moments, too focused on trying to coax each blossom out \u2013 desperately hoping it would be <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The One<\/span> \u2013 and then wasted time grieving it after it faded and made way for the next flower.<\/p>\n<p>Musically, I have already bloomed a number of times. I sang with bands in my late teens and early 20s and loved it. But I didn&#8217;t have the emotional maturity to handle the ups and downs of life in a band. I tried performing solo in my mid-twenties, but I wasn&#8217;t emotionally ready for that, either. In fact, I hated it. I hated being in the spotlight. (I wasn&#8217;t too keen on being out of the spotlight, either, but being in the spotlight was definitely worse.)<\/p>\n<p>So, I took some time (i.e., a <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">decade<\/span>) and worked at growing up. I found a mentor and a community of people to help and I worked hard at it. Through the years, it became clear that singing and songwriting are essential parts of me. A lot of other things I can take or leave, or change as necessity dictates, but music and my relationship with my muse are vital and non-negotiable.<\/p>\n<p>I will always sing. I will always write songs. As long as I breathe.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s certain.<\/p>\n<p>But despite that certainty, many aspects of deciding to become a recording and performing artist in my late 30s are fraught with uncertainty. <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Why am I doing this? How do I fit in? What do I have to offer? What do I want?<\/span> And, on the really bad days: <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Who the hell do I think I am?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Questioning every move can be a pain in the neck, but I&#8217;m grateful that I know how to ask those questions, rather than accepting the cookie-cutter definition of success that is tirelessly promoted by our society. I&#8217;m glad I know that that brand of success is not what I&#8217;m chasing. It wouldn&#8217;t make me happy.<\/p>\n<p>My relationship with the spotlight has changed. I no longer hate and fear performing. I no longer think that it&#8217;s all about me. I love songs for their potential to connect us with each other, through laughter, rhythm, ideas, empathy and energy. I prefer not to sing <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">for<\/span> people, but to sing <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">in their company<\/span>. Intimate house concerts and community venues provide opportunities for people to engage in music all together, blurring the line between performer and audience to create a shared emotional experience.<\/p>\n<p>At a big concert, with the stage brightly lit, the performers can&#8217;t see who&#8217;s there with them, and I think that often creates a gulf that perpetuates our society&#8217;s hierarchical thinking and passivity. I believe that being at a live music performance should bear no resemblance to watching a movie or a show on TV. When I go to hear live music, I want to tap my toes, hoot and holler, smile, think, laugh, cry and feel transported by the energy in the room.<\/p>\n<p>I want to feel energy rushing up my spine and making all the hair stand up on the back of my neck.<\/p>\n<p>When I perform at a show, I want to feel that way, too. And I want everybody there to experience it with me. I want to feel like we can engage in a conversation through the songs and our responses to them. I love it when everyone at a show feels so present and comfortable together that we spontaneously chat between songs. I love it when everyone in the room can connect and collaborate in creating the show&#8217;s energy.<\/p>\n<p>In our culture, being present and making connections can be revolutionary. Whether as a performer or audience member, I want to come away from every live music performance feeling like I contributed in some small way to a revolution.<\/p>\n<p>Are you with me?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A couple of weeks ago, I turned forty. No big deal, right? I&#8217;m not generally hung up on age and aging. Women in my family tend to live for a long time, and \u2013 knock wood \u2013 so will I. <span class=\"excerpt-dots\">&hellip;<\/span> <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/late-bloomer-vs-perennial\/\"><span class=\"more-msg\">Continue reading &rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[118,63,39,119,33,71,45,111],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-333","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-aging","category-collaboration","category-community","category-fighting-apathy","category-house-concerts","category-intimacy","category-performance","category-revolution"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/333","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=333"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/333\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=333"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=333"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexsings.ca\/music\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=333"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}