Kate Evans: Blog

A few nights ago I had one of those long, vivid, elaborate dreams--yeah, you know the kind I'm talking about. In it I was somehow flying across the surface of the ocean, being enchanted by giant manta rays... schooling hammerheads on parade... glittery shoals of sardines... massive sea turtles and other beauties. And then, rather abruptly, I was flying through the air seeing such marvels as herds of kittens lined up on phone lines like cute furry sparrows. I actually woke up with a smile of delight on my face.

(When's the last time *that* happened?)

The next night, I had a nightmare over and over again--it woke me up about 10 times--that I had missed submitting a work proposal before a major deadline. Did *not* wake up with a smile of delight.

That my brain can conjure both of those scenarios with equal vividness is amazing to me. It pretty much defines the phrase 'from the sublime to the ridiculous.'

I pick manta rays and kitten-birds. Definitely.

In that 2009 blog entry I mentioned this whole "clean break" thing about my music... that actually happened.

Next time you see me at a gig, I'll be behind a much smaller piece of machinery. In typical Kate fashion, I decided it would be a swell idea to abdicate the piano (which I'd been playing at gigs for a good 15 years) for the guitar (which I'd been playing for, well, never).

It's been humbling. But I love it.

So it seems that my last blog entry was all about how I hadn't blogged in a long time, but I was turning over a leaf. Getting it together. Etc.

That was 2009. Well, you do the math. Your friend Kate is prone to getting lost in the woods here and there, and I forgot my bread crumbs last time I wandered out. But here I am, for today at least.

I shall make no promises in this entry, but hey--thanks for coming by! It's nice to see you here.

I think that going more than a year without posting anything on the site was pretty egregious, even by my standards.

For the .5 of you who still occasionally visit here, I really apologize.

I won't bore you with most of the gory details right now, but I guess I've just been lost. And more than a little sick of myself, and my own music. But a nasty health scare this fall was just what the doctor ordered (get it?) to start putting things in perspective.

I'm taking sort of a clean-break approach to rehabbing my attitude toward my songs. I'm guessing next time you hear me play somewhere, there will be some surprises. It could be kind of cool.

I really hope all of you out there are doing well, and I am excited see that now you can chime in on these posts. Please be gentle. :)