I moved to Vancouver three years ago this month, young and impressionable and full of possibitlity. Haha. Well, I was 26. Young and not young.

Three years, 50 gigs, $6000, six apartments, six weeks in London, a few broken hearts and a new love later. I am releasing my first album. That sounds kind of like a country song, doesn’t it?

I’m getting those 95% done jitters, that’s where in the past I would have given up… Not this time, though. Photoshoots are being scheduled, musicians auditioned, and, as my mom used to say, we’re getting this show on the road.

It’s a little odd to be completing the first album. So much goes into that, trials, loves and joys pent up for a lifetime, til now, are finding new shape on this debut creative venture. Even though it’s a new beginning, there’s an odd, but pleasant nostalgia about it.

I don’t have a single song on the album about Marc, they’re all about ancient incarnations of love… And at the same time they are new, reborn by association.

I’m getting good feedback on the songs I’ve shared… I’m excited to create a live show, to start materializing the dreams even further.

And, of course, I’ve started work on the next album… From a different angle, this time, a little more cohesive, not a mosaic of my life, but a clear deliniated snapshot of it. I am writing an album, not assembling songs from a catalogue… This is a fascinating process!