May 5, 2012
There must have been something going on recently in the collective unconscious of the world – the ether – or maybe the planets fighting each other for their respective astrological supremacy. Hard to say. But it was a harsh week. Today is Saturday and a full moon – it feels better, though. I feel better. I didn't wake up anxious, as I had been doing for over a week, straining to understand why the invisible sounds of life's behind-the-scenes machinery were filling me with dread. It is not raining. It is only raining in my poem below. But in fact, for the first time in days it is also a morning of generous sunshine without the sprinkling of the rain or marine layer rolling in at first light. I found this old poem I wrote a while back. I have not changed since then. Or have I? That is the question. When I start going mad, I always turn to one man who will never leave my heart – Rainer Maria Rilke. “Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day". I thought of you today. The morning was covered by the blanket of rain It was...
Mar 10, 2012
And tonight is the second show, opening for Sinead O'Connor. Man, what a voice. She is absolutely mind-blowing live. And so cute! And here is something, too: (live performance/recording of Armies of your Heart from Last.FM) ...
Feb 1, 2012
We are frantically packing up and jumping in the van. Yes, a van. I am so tired and completely bleary-eyed, but excited. Tonight I perform in New York City. "Beatrix Runs" debuted at #24 on iTunes, and climbed to #16. I have no words to express, really, how I feel. This album means so much to me and was crafted with so much love and care. I gave my everything into the process, and both Greg (my producer) and I really felt we made something special. And it appears that the world at large agrees with us. And it makes me want to cry (in the best possible way). I hope the album will continue to connect with people and really get to fly. If you are reading this, please share the iTunes link (above) with your friends, loved ones, co-workers and classmates. After all, it's how the word gets out – not through commercial exposure or promotion. And I don't have those luxuries. But who needs them, when I have such listeners as you? And here is something I did just before leaving for the tour – another cover. This is Irving Berlin's 'The Song Is Ended (But The Melody Lingers On). Enjoy. I hope my melodies continue to linger on for a bit longer.....
Feb 1, 2012
I am not going to lie: I am very, very stressed. I am not going to enumerate all the reasons why. Suffice it to be said: it feels like every weak link in my life is being tested to the max. Which brings me to think, sometimes – could I be the weak link? I did an interview with the Bullet magazine back in New York this past December. The interviewer looked at me and said: 'You are so positive – in your music and in your writing. It is so refreshing. How can you be that way?'. I was speechless for a moment because I never think of myself as a, well positive person. Not in that Californian way we have come to associate with the word. Sure, it has rubbed off on me, in a wishful thinking sort of way. And on a good day, yes, I can be very positive. But that is not my default setting. It is not even my acquired setting. It is more of a goal, than reality, at best of times. As I posted my lyrics for the title track from the upcoming record, someone on Facebook wrote: 'Wow, pretty heavy stuff' – or something to that effect. But once you'll hear the song, you'll understand. The song itself sounds like one of the happiest songs I have ever written. For sure, I looked over the lyrics again, and realized that without the music to highlight the contrast, the lyrics are, indeed, not on the cheerful side. But this is a song about freedom. And faith. And therein lies the paradox....
Feb 1, 2012
Say that you love me don't let me slip away break through illusion and take a leap today. Here at the crossroads we're suspended in our minds waiting and hoping we will not be left behind. Cause I want to be with you but I need a place to start I'm surrounded and captured by the armies of your heart And I feel so alive when I sing, and I hope you've realized: Higher and higher and higher as we climb birds on a wire we're frozen in the sky Paint me a doorway and I'll magic you a key tell me a story where the hero sets me free… Cause I want to be with you but I need a place to start I'm surrounded and captured by the armies of your heart And I feel so alive – so I sing and I hope you've realized: I will stay here safe and sheltered in your palm till it's time to wing towards the sun. Tiger, tiger burning bright running swiftly through the night Hunted down and caught in flight; who will save you now? ..cause I want to be with you and I knew it from the start I'm surrounded and captured by the armies of your heart And I feel so alive When I sing and I follow as the melody takes flight Yeah, I feel so alive when the song disappears into the sky it is time. Elizaveta – Armies of Your Heart – iTunes Live from Elizaveta on Vimeo. (Banksy)...
Feb 1, 2012
Wake up, wake up The stars are out In this great divide Come out, come out And find your heart There’s nowhere left to hide Reach out, reach out You’ll be all right I’ll be by your side Higher than the high Hidden by the night Following those lights I will carry you, you, you I will carry you, you, you Wake up, wake up The stars are bright In this dark divide Sing out, sing out With all your might I’ll be by your side Higher than the high Hidden by the night Following those lights I will carry you. I will carry you. We’ll drink the lilac wine we made from starlight And ride the trail of stardust to the moon You, you – High -higher than the high Hidden by the night Following those lights I will carry you. I will carry you. ...
