Wednesday, September 23, 2009

31

I keep a list of important things that happen in my life, categorized by year, so that when I get old and start forgetting the order of events (or questioning whether they actually happened) I can consult it.

Tomorrow I turn 32, and I'm already forgetting stuff. So you see, this list comes in handy.

The list is entitled These Things Happened the Year I Was... and it only goes back to my 22nd year, because I've forgotten everything that happened before then. Apparently I didn't get started early enough.

It's been a difficult year, but it's also been wonderful, and in large part, the difficulties paved the way for the wonderful stuff. So many of my blessings this year came on the heels of what first appeared to be bad news. So I'm grateful for all of it, and I want to take a moment tonight to reflect on all that's happened in this 31st year of my life.

I've come up with a list of 31 things.

These Things Happened the Year I Was 31:
  1. I worked the phone banks for No on Proposition 8
  2. I biked through Slovenia and Northeastern Italy
  3. I spent a week in Venice with my mom
  4. I got laid off from my job
  5. I recorded a BevMo holiday commercial (singing the "BevMo-lujah Chorus" behind dancing, animated corkscrews)
  6. I witnessed the inauguration of President Barack Obama from Berkeley's Sproul Plaza, with 10,000 other hopeful Americans
  7. I ran my first gig, putting together a small choir for a private service
  8. I ran my first half-marathon
  9. I started belly dancing
  10. I received a piece of hate mail (sent to me mistakenly and intended for somebody else)
  11. I became a songwriter (inspired, in part, by the aforementioned hate mail...which, come to think of it, may have been intended for me after all, cosmically-speaking)
  12. I launched my website
  13. I became a hula hoop teacher
  14. I ran my first marathon
  15. I ate more cupcakes than was probably good for me
  16. I had multiple studio sessions, recording background vocals for several local musicians
  17. I reconnected with many long-lost friends
  18. I sang in front of The Shirelles at Glide
  19. I was backstage with Michelle Obama at the National Conference for Volunteering and Service
  20. I sang at my cousin's wedding
  21. I spoon-fed my grandmother in the Emergency Room
  22. I celebrated 8 years with Monte
  23. I initiated an impromptu online fundraiser to help my friend Siobhan raise more than $2,000 for her nonprofit, OneMama
  24. I started learning guitar
  25. I got my first astrological reading
  26. I became online friends with my childhood hero, LeVar Burton
  27. I recorded a CD with the Glide Ensemble
  28. I knitted 4 baby blankets
  29. I counted 35 pregnant friends
  30. I ate my first turkey sandwich in almost 4 years, then decided to remain a vegetarian (I also ate a bowl of meaty chili, but that was an $8 mistake)
  31. I saw my first opera, sitting on the field at AT&T park
It's been a good year.

I wonder what 32 has in store for me?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Big Gig

(Click on the photo to buy tickets.)

Singer/songwriters Vernon Bush and Errin Marie come together to debut a whole body of new music that will touch your heart and move your feet! Join them for an afternoon celebration of song!

Also featuring:
Zoe Ellis & Leah Tysse / vocals
Brian Hill / guitars
Spence Murray / bass
Ricky Carter / percussion

Sunday, October 18, 2009
4:30 PM
The Jazz School
2087 Addison Street, Berkeley, CA
Tickets: (510) 845-5373 / $18 general, $15 student
www.jazzschool.com

The Jazz School is a small-ish venue, so get your tickets early!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Where has September gone?

Just a minute ago it was September 1st. What happened?

I actually have to thumb through my datebook to see where the damn month went.

Ah, yes. Well, there were the bi-weekly rehearsals leading up to last Sunday's Glide Ensemble concert. Those took up a lot of time. Then there were several hours of paperwork and orientations to begin my part-time job teaching hooping at the YMCA. Not to mention the hours of planning and teaching itself. There were my weekly guitar lessons and daily practice, my double-shifts at the belly dance studio, the SRO volunteer meeting to kick off the new marathon season, the last session of my writing group, and my dance classes. Oh - and my songwriting sessions with Vernon!

Those songwriting sessions have kicked into high gear now, because Vernon and I are having a show on October 18th at the Berkeley Jazz School. (Stay tuned for a fancy flier next week.) We're going to be performing mostly original songs that we've been collaborating on all summer. This will be the first time that anything I've written will be performed anywhere, so I'm very excited. Way to debut, right - with not just one original tune, but ten? Yikes!

Despite my nerves, I think it's going to be a great event. We're super pleased to have the esteemed Leah Tysse and Zoe Ellis on background vocals, as well as a stellar little band, and that makes this a show, folks. Like I said, stay tuned for a fancy flier next week, but until then, mark your calendars: Sunday, October 18th, 4:30 PM.

In other performance news, I'll be guest-singing (is that a phrase?) next Friday night at The Purple Onion. My good friend Danny Creed will be performing his stylistic sounds (as well as telling some hilarious stories), and he's graciously asked me to sing a couple of numbers. We'll be accompanied by the talented David Austin on piano, and there will also be a guest appearance by singer/songwriter Liz Clee. That's next Friday, September 25th at 8:00 PM. Call for reservations at (415) 217-8400. There is a $10 cover for this event.

Danny actually has a fancy flier for this gig, but as he is firmly of the old-school, I didn't even bother to ask if he could send me a digital copy. I'm not even going to tell you the lengths he goes to to read my blog on his Web-TV/computer-substitute-thingy. You'll just have to imagine him, leaning up against a piano, looking dapper in all black with a crisp white tie.

The Glide Ensemble's Wings of Song Concert/Live CD Recording was a big hit! We performed a slew of new tunes and the audience feedback was great. I was the only soloist who got to sing her song twice - an ambulance went wailing by during my first performance and ruined the recording, so we did it a second time! You can pre-order your copy of the new CD on Glide's website. The concert was also filmed, and I think they might be releasing a DVD as well.

If you missed this Glide event and you're anxious to catch the next one, you should join us on November 12th for Glide's annual holiday festival. This year is Cecil Williams' 45th anniversary at Glide, and we're hosting a special event at the San Francisco Opera House. From the 'Hood to the House, a benefit for Mo's Kitchen and Glide's programs, will feature Dr. Maya Angelou, the Alonzo King LINES Ballet, the San Francisco Opera Adler Fellows, the Glide Ensemble and Change Band, and various other special guests (I've heard some big names being bandied about). There will be a reception immediately following the event. Get your tickets early; this show is bound to sell out.

You can always keep an eye on my upcoming performances in the Latest News section of my website.

I hope to see you at one or more of these shows!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Well done, friend

I should make it clear that I've been kidding around about Mike Gladis. He's an old friend, one of those guys that I'll love to the end of my days, and I'm proud of his success. It's true that we used to wander around New York and ponder our distant futures, but I never doubted that he'd make it.* His breakthrough is a testament to how hard he's worked these past many years, and he fully deserves every moment of these good times.



Well done, friend.


*(Despite the fact that our high school English teacher used to declare, at the end of her rope, "Michael, you're going to wind up making sandwiches for the military!")

Monday, August 31, 2009

Celebrity SUCCESS-ability!

It worked! IT WORKED! LeVar Burton is following me on Twitter!

Wait, stop. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go no further until you read this post.

It's been two weeks since I wrote that entry, and I was starting to give up on the idea of hearing back from LeVar Burton or Wil Wheaton. But then Wil Wheaton tweeted this:

New post on my blog: the spambots on twitter are completely out of control.

I went to his blog and read all about how a recent change in functionality was making it impossible for him to locate his direct messages, because vicious, pornographic spambots were filling his @mentions tab with graphic invitations to do naked-type things. Because of his celebrity and his large number of followers, he was receiving an avalanche of bogus mentions and couldn't possibly sift through them to find my tiny friend request.

Aha! I thought. I'm still in with a chance! I wrote a comment on his blog post:

errin marie said...

Damn. Looks like I picked the wrong time to try and contact you via twitter. It was my first @anybody message and I was very excited about it. I'm glad I saw your tweet.

Anyway, I wrote a blog post about how I would like to be friends with you (and LeVar Burton). And then I sent you a tweet, ensuring you that I am not a crazy person.

It was not my intention to out myself as a supernerd here, but oh well. If you read my blog and decide you'd like to be digital friends, well, that would just be the coolest.

http://errinmarie.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrity-accessibility.html

Sincerely,
Errin Marie

Unfortunately, my post was not very timely. Some fifty other people had already responded to his entry two days earlier, when he'd actually written it. You've got to be quick in this new digital age, folks.

So I waited a few days, thinking I might try again, but trying to be aware of that fine line between persistent, possible new friend, and annoying, possibly dangerous stranger.

And then Wil Wheaton's dog died. And he was wrecked by it. His blog post saddened me so thoroughly, I decided not to even write a comment below it. I didn't think some stranger's inadequate condolences could help him with his grief, so I just quietly doffed my hat to his sadness. I decided not to bother him anymore with what now seemed like a silly request for friendship.

I'd always thought I stood a better chance of hearing back from Wil Wheaton, as opposed to LeVar Burton, because of his online omnipresence and his interaction with fans via the blog. So when I realized that I'd probably not hear from Wil, I sadly gave up the idea of hearing from LeVar as well.

'Celebrity accessibility' is a joke, I said to myself, even in this digital age. I'm no closer to reaching my childhood hero than I was 25 years ago. The thought depressed me.

But then my buddy George sent me a tweet:

Hey Errin!! "Reading Rainbow is going off the air today after 26 years." Maybe NOW LeVar will have time to write you! ;)

Ha. I doubted it, but it certainly was coincidental timing.

My friend Heidi B. posted a link on Facebook to an NPR article about the end of the much-loved series:

The show's run is ending, Grant explains, because no one — not the station, not PBS, not the Corporation for Public Broadcasting — will put up the several hundred thousand dollars needed to renew the show's broadcast rights.

Grant says the funding crunch is partially to blame, but the decision to end Reading Rainbow can also be traced to a shift in the philosophy of educational television programming. The change started with the Department of Education under the Bush administration, he explains, which wanted to see a much heavier focus on the basic tools of reading — like phonics and spelling.

Grant says that PBS, CPB and the Department of Education put significant funding toward programming that would teach kids how to read — but that's not what Reading Rainbow was trying to do.

"Reading Rainbow taught kids why to read," Grant says. "You know, the love of reading — [the show] encouraged kids to pick up a book and to read."

Linda Simensky, vice president for children's programming at PBS, says that when Reading Rainbow was developed in the early 1980s, it was an era when the question was: "How do we get kids to read books?"

Since then, she explains, research has shown that teaching the mechanics of reading should be the network's priority.

I posted a comment on Heidi's link:

I found that explanation kind of weak. They realized that it's better to teach kids HOW to read instead of WHY to read, and so they cut funding to one of the most popular, long-standing children's shows of all time? Don't say it wasn't an effective method of teaching literacy - I learned to love reading largely because of LeVar Burton, and every book I've picked up since those days is because he taught me to look for the adventure inside. Stupid Bush administration.

Sorry, my politics are showing. Anyway, a few days later LeVar himself posted a link to the same NPR story on Twitter. And then today - TODAY, folks, he tweeted:

Tell me... What is your favorite episode of Reading Rainbow? #ReadingRainbow

Oh my. Oh my, oh my.

I wasn't entirely sure what the #ReadingRainbow tag meant. I scrolled through Twitter's FAQ section, trying to figure out how to interpret the # symbol, but I couldn't find any text that addressed it. I figured it was just some way of signifying a topic of conversation.

Quickly I wrote back:

@levarburton, you can read about my fav episode here: http://bit.ly/CUil4 . #ReadingRainbow

Oh! I was newly excited! Maybe this #ReadingRainbow tag would allow LeVar to find my message! I bet it was a direct link to all tweets concerning Reading Rainbow, and would bypass any nudie spambot traffic. Experimentally, I clicked on the #ReadingRainbow portion of the message, to see if I was right.

Oh crap. I was right, all right, but a bunch of people had already responded. I kept clicking at the bottom of the screen to dredge up more messages. Good Lord. It looked like this post had already generated hundreds of responses, and he'd only written it 26 minutes ago!

I sighed in frustration. Then I tweeted:

Man, I don't think I have a shot with LeVar Burton. He tweeted, 'What was your fav episode of Rdng Rainbow?' About a zillion folks replied!

I shook my head sadly in defeat. And as I closed the lid on my laptop, I closed the lid on my dream as well.

Ah. It had been a long shot anyway.

I ate some lunch. I had some soup and toast. Took a shower. Got ready to leave the house for my desk shift at the belly dance studio.

Moments before leaving, I was missing my cell phone. I scoured the living room for it before remembering that I'd never unplugged it that morning. It was still charging beside my bed.

Oops. I'd had it silenced all day. It flashed at me as I unplugged it: 2 TEXT MESSAGES.

Uh oh. I hoped nobody had been trying to reach me urgently. I plopped down on the bed and scrolled through my texts.

1/2: Direct from levarburton: I thought you had learned by now how silly it is to abandon your dreams. I am now following you so that we can keep in touch!

I started. I jumped off my bed, heart racing; my hand flew to my chest. The second text message read:

2/2: Direct from levarburton: BTW I LOVED your blog. 2 days well spent. You're a good writer!

Holy crap! Holy crap, HOLY CRAP!

But wait, this can't be real, I thought. I bet it's a prank. Yeah, you know, it's probably George, just trying to wind me up. Don't get excited.*

But my heart was beating like mad. I ran to my computer and pulled up my Twitter page. With shaking hands I clicked on my Followers tab.

HOLY CRAP!

It wasn't a prank! It was the real LeVar Burton! He was following me on Twitter!

LEVAR BURTON IS FOLLOWING ME ON TWITTER!

I ran in a circle. I picked things up; I put them down. I punched the sky in jubilation. I cut an honest-to-God caper. And then I realized I was going to be late for work. I grabbed my things and ran out the door.

Who to tell? Why, everybody of course! But who to tell first? I scrambled through my purse for my phone and dialed Monte as I walked my bike up the street.

"Baby! Baby guess what?" I babbled. "LeVar Burton is following me on Twitter! Honest to God. I left my cell phone on silence all day and just now I checked it and it said I had two new messages and I thought uh oh, I hope they're not important and they were from LeVar Burton! And I thought it was George pulling one over on me but it wasn't, it was honestly LeVar Burton and now he's following me on Twitter and I wanted to tell you first but now I have to go because I am late for work and also I have to call my Dad, I love you, buh-bye."

"Dad! Dad, guess what? LeVar Burton is following me on Twitter! Honest to God. Did you read my blog? Dad, you've got to keep up with my blog, there's lots happening, there's much going on and I can't be expected to keep you up to date all the time. Anyway, go read my blog post - no, not right now Dad, I have to go - but just, read it, okay, and then you'll know what's going on. But anyway, LeVar Burton sent me a message and he said 'Don't you know by now how silly it is to abandon your dreams?' and he READ MY BLOG, Dad, and he said I was a GOOD WRITER - no, I don't have time to explain all this to Aunt Barbara now, but go read the blog and it's all in there, I gotta go, I'm late, I just had to tell you this, I love you, buh-bye."

Then I raced up the street to the belly dance studio.

"LeVar Burton is following me on Twitter!" I announced to the owner, Samar, when I reached the studio. She looked at me blankly.

"LeVar Burton," I explained. "From Reading Rainbow." And the story tumbled out once more.

"Oh my God, that's incredible!" she shrieked. And then I shrieked a little, and she shrieked again, and then we wrung our hands in a terribly girlie fashion, and it was all wonderfully exciting, to have someone to shriek with over my truly amazing news.

I couldn't wait to check all the clients into the first class, so that I could turn my attention to my blog. I greeted everyone with an extra-bright smile, and ushered them quickly (but politely) into the studio. I was absolutely bursting to tweet my news.

Samar got ready to start her class. She stuck her head out the studio door and said to me, "Hey, what's that guy's name again?"

"LeVar Burton!" I exclaimed. "You know, Reading Rainbow, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Roots: The Saga of an American Family?"

"Right!" she said brightly. "Woo hoo!" She gave me a double thumbs-up and then shut the door.

Ah, well. I admired her enthusiasm, at least.

And for the past four hours I've been trying to write this post. But it's been an awfully busy night here at the studio and people keep needing things from me. Plus, the music is ear-splittingly loud, which I normally don't mind, but it doesn't do much for my concentration.

Oh, damn. The last class is letting out and it's time for me to close up. I'll have to post this entry when I get home.

Hang in there, world! I know you're desperate to know, and shortly I'll be able to tell you:

LEVAR BURTON IS FOLLOWING ME ON TWITTER!

So suck on that, Mike Gladis! Ha HA!


*Yo George, I'm sorry for thinking you'd do me like that.

When the moon is in the 7th house

A few days ago I had my astrological chart done and it was a fascinating experience. My friend Linda Rose is an Astro-Therapist and Coach, and she had suggested that I come in for a session after I revealed to her some problems I'd been having relating to a close family member.

I was slightly hesitant. It wasn't that I was a disbeliever of astrology, more that I was not an active believer. My friends Giada and Morgan* are rather serious about it, and they often check in with some astrology website before making big decisions, but after that website steered me wrong a few times I decided that it was bunk. I take an interest in the whole nature vs. nurture debate, but I didn't lend much credence to the idea that the position of the planets at the moment of my birth had any impact on who I turned out to be.

Well, I'm going to have to re-think that.

Linda Rose met me at her front door with a hug, a glass of water, and folder. Inside the folder was my chart, my family member's chart, and a symbol key. "Did you bring a tape recorder?" she asked me. "Some people find it hard to absorb all this information in one sitting; you'll probably want to hear it again later. If you don't have one, I can record this on cassette for you."

I actually did have a little tape recorder on me, and I'm so glad I brought it. Because what she laid down for me was more than a mouthful, a seriously intense session that has given me a lot to think about.

Much of it is too personal to share here, but I'll give you the crux. She pointed at my chart, a wheel sectioned into twelve wedges, like slices of pie. Each wedge was called a 'house', she informed me. "You see your fourth house?" She pointed at it. It was packed with symbols, or planets, I guess. "This house symbolizes family and home life. Do you see how many planets you have clustered there? More so than anywhere else on your chart. This indicates that home and family are very, very important to you."

She unearthed my family member's chart and placed it right beside mine. "Look," she said, plunking her finger down squarely in his fourth house.

"There's nothing there," I said.

"That's right," she told me. "Family is simply not that important to him. He genuinely doesn't understand your need to know him, to be close to him. He doesn't have that need within himself."

I was quiet for a moment, letting that sink in.

"Wow," I said sadly. "That...that really sucks."

She looked at me kindly. "It doesn't mean that he'll never take an interest in you," she said. "But honestly, as long as you make it known that you're always there for him, he probably won't change. Try disappearing for awhile. He's the kind of person who seeks relationships that are slightly punitive. If you're a little bit mean to him, he might take more of an interest in you."

I turned that around in my head, trying to figure out if I could do it. Or if I even wanted a relationship that was won by subterfuge.

As though reading my mind, Linda Rose grinned and said, "It's a little devious. But look. I had a relationship like that with one of my family members. For years she had no interest in me, and finally I reached a place, completely organically, where I just stopped caring. I stopped trying with her. And almost right away, she came back into my life." She leaned forward and tapped the piece of paper again. "She had a chart very much like this one here."

I stared at his chart, not really seeing it. "I don't know," I told her. "It might be too late for me then."

Linda Rose shrugged. "It might. But look, as adults we're often capable of building bridges over old relationships, and appreciating one another in new ways. He's not a fully mature person yet. Give him some time. Meanwhile, you go off and keep living your life. You've got the better chart, you know," she said, eyeing me.

"I do?"

"Sure. Look at this." Again, she gestured to the two pieces of paper laying side by side. "Even just glancing at them, not knowing anything about how to read these symbols, you can see that your chart has a greater balance. Look how his planets are all clustered to one side." I could see what she meant. Although many of my planets were congregated in the fourth house, I also had an even sprinkling throughout the rest of my chart.

"You've done an admirable job of building a solid base to your personal life," she told me. "You've figured out early what's important to you - what you need in your life, not just what you want, which are often not the same thing - and you've gone about pursuing those things, which is smart. So when your success comes (and I believe that it will likely come, as you've been successful in all your past lives) you'll know how to handle it. It won't topple you, because you'll already know what's important to you. And you might look around and discover, eh, this isn't all it's cracked up to be."

I was examining my hands, but listening hard. I could scarcely have asked for a more accurate description of who I wanted to be. It felt like a benediction.

"It's nice to hear you say that," I said, looking up to meet her eyes. "Because at this stage in my life, all my friends are getting married, having children, buying homes... And when I compare my life to theirs, which I've been doing a lot of lately, I seem to come up short. I know that I shouldn't compare, but I can't help it. And those are the societal measuring sticks, you know? You never hear someone say, 'You've done a great job building up a base for your personal life'. Even though I feel like it's true, that's not something that gets noticed. All I see is that I don't have a house, I don't have kids, I don't have a job..."

Linda Rose waved her hand impatiently. "Everyone is unemployed right now," she said. "But your career is not your life. It's an important part of life to some people, yes, but it is not the whole of life. You may have success," she repeated, leaning toward me, "but it won't be the most important thing in your life. Your home life, your family life, your personal relationships, are what give you the most joy. So keep building those things!" she said. "And spend money on those things. Don't feel bad about it. You want a house. In fact, I'd say that buying a home will be one of the biggest moments in your life."

I wondered if I should tell her how much time I spend fantasizing about my dream home.

"Make your home into the place that you want it to be. You're meant to work out of your home, too," she said, "just like me." She started gathering papers, shuffling them into a pile. "Look, Errin, people are saying that this recession is almost over, that the bad times are coming to an end. I hate to tell you, but the bad time is just beginning. It's going to be here for awhile. So you have to live your life. You can't wait. Live your life now, and pursue those things that you need. That's the way to find satisfaction and peace." She snapped the papers smartly and put them back in the folder, then handed it to me.

"You're on the right path," she said.

It's been a few days since my reading, and I'm still digesting all that she told me. I have a feeling it will take me awhile to fully process it, and I'm going to have to go back and listen to that recording. But the idea, or the gift, that I'm left with, is this brand new way of looking at myself.

Is it because she told me exactly what I wanted to hear? I wondered. But no, she also told me some stuff that I didn't want to hear. I just didn't write much about it here.

I think I feel stronger. And more confident in myself, in whatever inner guide has been leading me down the right path all this time. To hear my life's needs articulated was kind of a revelation, and to be encouraged to pursue those needs, to actually be told that my job is to satisfy those needs, is slightly shocking. I mean, I've always been of the belief that we need to make ourselves happy in order to do our best work in the world, but rarely are we encouraged to do it. And, as Linda Rose pointed out multiple times in the course of my reading, so many people have confused what they want with what they need. A lot of us are walking the wrong path.

One thing that I do know for sure is that I have a brand new respect for astrology. And if you're curious about your own life path, I highly recommend Linda Rose. You can email her at rose@lindaroseastrology.com. She does telephone readings, too.

So go, follow your moon, not your sun! Or wait, follow your North Node, that's the one. Or maybe it's the South Node. Crap. I don't remember.

Well, go follow something, but consult a professional before you do it.


*Names were changed in a previous post.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Live in concert!

I should have posted this earlier, but:


The Glide Ensemble is having a concert and tickets are selling out fast!

Wings of Song, a Spiritual Flight with the Glide Ensemble will take place in the Glide Sanctuary on September 13th at 5:00 PM. We'll be debuting lots of new music, which sounds even more fabulous on our brand new, state-of-the-art sound system! Also, the concert will be recorded for our upcoming Wings of Song CD, which you can pre-order through the Glide website.

And, ahem, I have a solo. A new one!

All proceeds to go toward funding Glide's 87 programs. Glide feeds the hungry 3 meals a day, 365 days a year, and offers assistance of all kinds to the community, from free medical care to free yoga.

This concert really is selling out fast - I learned today that there are only 65 seats left. So go to www.glide.org and get your tickets today!

Hurry!