We’re in the heart of winter, now, the time of year when one’s morale can drop as low as the temperature. The remaining snow is barely recognizable as such, having long since turned various shades of drab gray and brown. The salt strewn on every sidewalk in New York City is beginning to take its toll on the soles of our shoes. Sunset is still dispiritingly early, with darkness falling around 5:00pm. And these first few months of the year are notoriously slow for musicians in terms of gigs.
For the past several years, though, I have had the exceedingly good fortune to be a performer at the Water Island Music Festival, which takes place every January on a tiny residential island just off St. Thomas. This year, the festival’s always-lovely beach days and musical evenings were further sweetened by the knowledge that we were missing a doozy of a blizzard back in New York City (#sorrynotsorry).
It’s amazing what an infusion of sunshine and music-making can do for one’s sense of optimism. Yes, fish tacos on the beach were heavenly, but so were the braised beef short ribs with chestnuts and dates I made upon our return from the Caribbean. The days are getting longer! And I find myself inspired, rather than disheartened, by the prospect of open space on my calendar. What better time to practice, write, and lay the groundwork for a new project than when it’s dark and cold outside?
2016 is a Leap Year, so this February has 29 days: one extra day in which to savor winter’s hearty food, opportunities for introspection, and crisp, cold air. I’m looking forward to it.
Read: A bunch of books (my New Year’s resolution to abandon iPhone games/distractions on the subway and replace them with reading has been transformative), but the standout, by far, was Beautiful Ruins, by Jess Walter. The storyline, which spans decades and continents, is too sprawling and involved to describe here, but the characters’ respective journeys toward redemption and healing are the heart and soul of this beautifully written novel. I don’t often cry at the end of a book, but Beautiful Ruins shattered me. Also read this month: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen; The Hundred-Foot Journey, by Richard C. Morais; The Four Seasons: A Novel of Vivaldi’s Venice, by Laurel Corona.
Watched: The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. “They alive, dammit!” I CANNOT wait for the next season to air. This show makes me howl. The Intern. I watched this on the plane home from Water Island. I enjoyed this film, although it’s not without its flaws. How refreshing, that the central relationship—between a 30-something woman (Anne Hathaway) and an older man (Robert DeNiro)—was not romantic. Both characters learned from one another in some important ways, although for a film that was ostensibly about a powerful woman, Hathaway’s character still spent a lot of time getting lectured by men.
Listened to: Catherine Russell, Bring It Back. Good GOD, get this record if you don’t have it already! From Duke Ellington-penned standards to century-old trad jazz tunes to contemporary R&B, Catherine Russell inhabits a musical world uniquely her own. She’s backed by a tasteful, supremely swinging band led by guitarist Matt Munisteri. Every song sounds brand new in Russell’s capable hands.