Perhaps it was the surrealism of getting a spot to perform in Jazz Fest.
Perhaps it was the quick crash of emotions when I realised all my possible accompanists were
No kidding. I had 4 options, and all 4 of them couldn't make it for one reason or another.
Or perhaps it was the anxiety of finding someone new.
Whether or not I could find one who was available, whether or not we could work together,
Whether or not we had enough time to practice,
Whether or not our collaboration would produce something competent enough for that big a crowd.
I kid you not, I was under constant anxiety.
So much so, that I even cried once, in a hopeless state of dilemma.
"How did a sweet dream turn into a nightmare all so soon??"
I found myself praying, crossing fingers, begging that it will all be okay,
pleading to Him above that the right person will come my way.
"I mean God, You made this happen, You will see it through, won't You?"
My prayers were answered when I met Simon.
(Yes, I am fully aware that sounds like a marriage vow, but it isn't.)
The relief that washed over me when he agreed to work with me for this, man.
It was the first night I slept without nightmares.
AND THEN HE
Goodness. Anxiety all over again, for fear of not having enough time to practise together.
So. With 4 days on the countdown, we FINALLY met up for our first practice session.
And after a few days juggling between making time for practice and work and bringing Yvonne around,
(ohyes she was back! But she's back in the UK now boohoo.)
It was time.
Our 20 minutes onstage felt like forever,
Yet was over in the blink of an eye.
With each note, the nerves and anxiety slowly melted away,
Dissolved in the music we were making together.
I loved what we did.
Yes, it was amateurish; Yes, I (we) have room to improve,
But the experience was nonetheless priceless.
I loved every moment. Of having beer after beer,
(Hi, my name is Eilvane and I'm *hiccup* 2 seconds sober)
And laughing about everything,
Of meeting people, old and new,
Of being completely torn into pieces by the talents of other artistes,
Of being inspired to put those pieces together in a better way,
Of being completely engrossed in the joy of music,
And of meeting someone I look up to immensely.
(Thanks for the picture, Robert!)
Oh the amount of respect I have for her.
Her sheer talent, her magnetic voice,
Her effortless composure onstage, her approachability offstage,
Just her. All in all. Captivating.
I was speechlessly starstruck for awhile there.
Ah, KK Jazz Fest 2013. What an experience!
Not forgetting an awesome party at the Retro Club afterwards.
Prathaz, you guys are so much fun!
I might haunt you people every Saturday night after this.
Consider me your groupie. hahahahahah!
Sunday was not any less crazy,
With Church, a gig at Langkah Syabas, and Sunset Bar back to back,
And glasses of wine, champagne and Mojitos in between.
(Hi, my name is *hiccup* Eilvane, and I am so-*hiccup*-ber)
T'was heaps of fun, despite the fact that I only had
So how, how not to feel withdrawal symptoms?
This is a weekend I won't be able to forget in a while, I assure you.
Sure, great experiences like this don't really get recreated, sadly true. (truly sad?)
But there will be other greater experiences waiting to be created and lived.
So until then, I'll be...
Caught up in all that jazz,
Eilvane <3
