Liz Larin | Journal

It's a beautiful day....
April 4th, 2004

Spring means more and more to me every year. When it starts to get green and the sun begins to hug everything again and show things in a most flattering light, I’m always so relieved in a way. I don’t take good days for granted, I’ve seen too much. I’ve seen the best fall into the worst so fast, as though the whole world can change in-between one breath and the next. No I don’t take good days for granted. This is a beautiful day. But it could change. My mother said she will never forget driving one spring day in April, in the middle of a snow storm. She said she had no idea what she was in for as she and my father, in the first year of their new lives together, were on the way to the hospital to give birth to the first of what was to become a large family.
I’ve been working in my studio, opening up myself to music again. It makes me ultra sensitive to sound, to everything. I’m working to make sure the technology doesn’t get in the way when I write. I have a new keyboard and some new gear, great sounds that are inspiring me right now to open up and not to make the music that comes the easiest to me, but to push myself to write the beautiful (and scary) things I am hearing in my head.
Isn’t is amazing how music has memory attached to it? Someone can ask, ‘how did you feel going through that?’ I don’t know, I’d say, but I know what music I was listening to and I guess I just let the music do the feeling for me.’ Hmm....

Love and peace --

LIZ