Lizin with Lizzy #3

Here is week number three. I was sick last weekend, so no tunes last Sunday. Sorry. ☹️ BUT, I’m back this week, and early, too. I’m house sitting so why not make a playlist!?

I’ve been on a theater kick lately (honestly, when am I not…) and these are some tracks I am currently digging. They are fun selection of various theater/song cycle/movie soundtrack songs.  Enjoy ‘The World’s a Stage’! What are some songs you are currently digging? 

The World’s a Stage

1. Prologue –Original Cast of The Great Comet  
2. Stay Alive – Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton 
3. No One Else –Original Cast of The Great Comet  
4. How to Return Home – Natalie Weiss  
5. Penelope: The Lotus Eaters – Sarah Kirkland Snider
6. Pebble in a Lake – Original Cast of The Fourth Messenger
7. Top of the World – Studio Cast Recording of The Hunchback of Notre Dame 
8. When He Sees Me – Sara Bareilles
9. Jupiter Has Seven Moons – Leonard Bernstein
10. Crossing – Carter Burwell, ‘Carol’ Soundtrack
11.Unremembered: No. 9, The River – Sarah Kirkland Snider
12. Beautiful – Jessie Mueller, Beautiful Cast Ensemble 

 

 

#nowplaying She Used To Be Mine – Jessie Mueller | *YouTube video of a live performance of Waitress rehearsal

 

Lizin with Lizzy #2

Week Two! I did it! Here is a little playlist I threw together. It’s a dancey set of tunes, staring with some fun french tracks (hence the title, DANSE!!!) I’m in a little tea house this afternoon and the internet hates me… so no descriptions 😭 But, enjoy. Get up and dance! Run! Jump! Be JOY!

DANSE!!!

1. Opening Up – Sara Bareilles 
2. Emily – MIKA 
3. Weekend – Vérité
4. Papaoutai – Stromae 
5. Ne Me Quitte Pas – Regina Spektor
6. The Great Unknown – Jukebox The Ghost
7. Kiss With A Fist – Florence + The Machine
8. Headfirst – Secret Someones
9. San Francisco – The Mowgli’s
10. How To Be Alone – Allison Weiss
11. It’s Alright – Matt & Kim
12. Afterlife – Ingrid Michaelson

 

 

#nowplaying Afterlife – Ingrid Michaelson | Lights Out

 

Lizin with Lizzy #1

Lizin with Lizzy. Listen with Lizzy. Get it? Okay yeah, I’ll work on my puns and wordplay.

I wanted to share a playlist with you, friends. As you (and every other human I encounter) know, music is in my soul. It drives my life. love. heart. passion. My housemate Sedona told me I sing in my sleep…  so that’s a cool thing that happens, apparently. Let’s start off strong with playlist #1, ‘The Ladies Are Alright’. Here are a few songs by some of my favorite lady artists. This playlist could have gone on forever but I’m limiting myself to a 12 track mixtape. It’s a digital burned CD for you all #thefuture #whoa

Whether it is grandiose driving drums, repetitious calming guitar/piano phrases, or intricate harmonies – these songs are musical ear candy. Just before the lower harmony in Dig With Me resolves from dissonance… 🙀 The build in Keep Breathing breathes life into my soul. I can relate to Forever Blue; it is such beautiful depiction of love and loss. It pulls at my heartstrings. The celestial drone during In The Waves is meditative. The musicality of each of these tracks makes my ears (and heart) happy. So go ahead; put on your earbuds, close your eyes, and listen with me. I almost called this playlist Audio Heaven. Or Eargasm. ANYWAY, enjoy lovely people. Until next week (Maybe? Who knows!?) xo

The Ladies Are Alright

1. Lost and Found – Katie Herzig 
2. This Is My Hand (Groundlift Remix)  – My Brightest Diamond 
3. Fresh Pair of Eyes – Brooke Waggoner
4. Heavy Heart – Madi Diaz 
5. Dig with Me – Allie Moss
6. Forever Blue – Kina Grannis
7. Satellite Call – Sara Bareilles
8. Keep Breathing – Ingrid Michaelson
9. In The Waves – Bess Rogers
10. The Hymn of Acxiom – Vienna Teng
11. *Out of The Woods – Taylor Swift
12. Somedays – Regina Spektor

 

*Out of The Woods is not on Spotify!?

 

#nowplaying Keep Breathing – Ingrid Michaelson | Be Ok

 

Pondering(s) on Performing Arts

“The medium which has the power to do that is the Modern Drama, because it mirrors every phase of life and embraces every strata of society …. It is the dynamite which undermines superstition, shakes the social pillars, and prepares men and women for the reconstruction.”

-Emma Goldman from ‘The Social Significance of the Modern Drama’

A good friend of mine sent me this quote and I’ve been reflecting on it a lot lately. Although Emma Goldman was a famous anarchist of the early 20th century and this quote is referring more to anarchy than theater, it rings true in my theater-loving (well, performing arts-loving) heart. Whether it is a hilarious and touching play, a beautifully orchestrated opera, a cheeky comedian doing standup at the bar, or a humble singer-songwriter playing their heart out, performing for an audience is a courageous and magical thing. Although a fantastic world where people are born green and animals talk is whimsical, the story of friendship and courage is something all people can relate to.

It got me thinking— Why do I like theater?  Why do I enjoy performing arts?

As a chronically anxious human, I look to those on the stage with awe and admiration. It is inspiring to see people courageously tossing caution to the wind and just DOING IT. I admire their brave, brave hearts. On that stage, they are truly vulnerable. I’ve talked with both professional, and ‘non’professional performers about anxiety. No matter how much practice and experience you have, there is always a level performance anxiety. Unfortunately, it is a universal concept. Performers act through the anxiety. They sing through it. They dance through it. How? Because it truly makes them happy. The joy it brings to share their passions with others overpowers that little voice in their heads saying “you can’t.” It’s a powerful thing. They are strong. If other people can do it, maybe I can too.

When I go to the theater, my mind goes to another place. For me, enjoying performing art is like an escape from daily stressors and anxieties. It’s like running (yuck) or yoga (yum). I am transfixed by everything the performers are throwing at me—  vulnerability, talent, passion, love, excitement, and joy. For a brief moment in time, I am transported to their world. My reality is put on pause for a sec. I wonder if people do that when I sing? I know the idea of an escape kind of contradicts the first point of this post, but it is an important one make.

I apologize for the stream of consciousness blog. Or maybe, I don’t apologize at all. This is where I am right now. I want to get more into the music and performing arts scene in Portland.  I’m off to sign up for  a Jazz 101 dance class. NO, I’M NOT TOO AWKWARD AND CLUMSY FOR DANCE; I’M AWESOME.* 💃
See you on the stage?

giphy

xoxoxo

*fake it till you make it, right?
#nowplaying Everyone Is Gay (except for me) - Bess Rogers

Dear Sara,

[Disclaimer] This is a super personal post. This is me. A tiny vulnerable bird. There are things in here that I don’t really talk about. It’s because they’re hard to TALK about with most people. I battled with whether to post this or not, but I wanted to do it . For me. For you. It’s okay to not be okay. Talk to people about the feelings and emotions in your heart. I’m not perfect, but I’m definitely trying to get better at it. I’m lucky to have wonderful friends/mentors/family to talk to. Talk to people. Talk to me. Get professional help if needed. Human voice and human connection are life changing. I like you. xo


 

Dear Sara,

Thank you. For absolutely everything. I listened to and read Sounds Like Me in one sitting. It made me laugh (a lot), smile, and maybe cry a little. You wrote so much heart and life into it’s pages, and it really tugged at my heartstrings. I was the crouton cereal girl. I was a girl that didn’t know jeans were like, a thing, and sported bright red sweatpants in middle school. I was a girl that wore her curly hair pulled up so tightly in a bun that halfway through the year,  had to cut out a knot the size of Pluto (space jokes…. but seriously though. It was not a cool time) and hid in a beanie. Kids are mean. This is not a pity party though, that was a LONG time ago. I just want you to know just how grateful I am for Sounds Like Me. For you. The book is heartbreakingly relatable and  you are an inspiration to all of the beautiful girls out there. The girls that don’t know they are beautiful, yet. because…well, they most definitely are. “Sometimes my little voice can say the biggest things” Your voice is not so little anymore, and for that, I’m grateful.

I’ve been ridden with social anxiety most of my life. Growing up it was tough and I never really talked about it. “I’m just shy. It’s whatever.” When I was a kid, I didn’t even know Social Anxiety Disorder existed. I finally started to understand and talk about it as an adult. Emotionally, college is a rough,scary,and wonderful time. I figured it out. I talked with a counselor. I opened up with people I trusted, and it truly changed my life. Talking to people about the feelings and emotions in your heart is truly, very important.  Music has always been a constant. When I didn’t know how to feel, or what I was feeling, I’d put tunes my earbuds and just listen. Gravity. Let the Rain. Uncharted. Just a few little tracks that got me through the unknown. 

Most importantly, you have touched the lives and inspired so many other people. Just by being the amazing lady that you are.  I joined the sarabfans community on a whim five years ago, after falling into an internet black hole and discovering it on Google. I didn’t know it then, but that community (and those lovely humans) would become some of my greatest friends ( I’m looking at YOU Jill, Beckett, Clem, Jen, Cristina, Yaryn, Haley, Courtney, etc. <3333333) Sarabfans introduced a newfound confidence in me — something that was buried deep down. I actually made cover videos with #sarabfriends (I’m going to start that hashtag. Just watch) and posted them to the internet. I love them. They’re wonderful. You’re wonderful.

It is comforting to know that yes, it’s sometimes okay to be a little bit of a lost twenty-something. Two years ago, with ‘Chasing The Sun’ in my earholes, I packed up and moved across the country. I knew ONE person in the city I was moving to. It was a fresh new start. By far, it’s the bravest thing I’ve ever done — that, and toying with the idea of doing community theater in the near future (OMGZ)! My little voice is getting out there. Yes, sometimes I’m embarrassed to say namaste at yoga, or get nervous butterflies before meeting with people for dinner, but I know that that is okay. Anxiety means that I’m human. Not a robot. I accept it. And let it fly away when it’s ready.

Thank You.

xo

Lizzy

CTS

I’m here. I’m happy. I’m alive. I’m grateful.

Hi Internet. It’s been a while! I’ve happened upon some unexpected free time this week, so I thought I’d write. It’s a long story, but the team at Keep has dissipated. It is sad, but I met so many wonderful humans and learned so much while I was there. Honestly, I think I’ve learned more in the year at Keep, than I have at any job I’ve had in my adult life. Was that my first adult job? Oh, that’s a scary word. Adult. Am I adulting?

Anyway, I am so grateful to have had the opportunity. It was a stellar year (:

That being said, it has definitely been a weird week. I’ve felt ALL the emotions. Fear. Sadness. Anger. Joy. Disgust. (sidenote: Inside Out was an amazing film. Go see it.) After calming down from the initial panic, I realized that there are so many things I can be grateful for in my life right now. Yes, my situation is a little sucky, but like, it’s really not the end of the world. Rather than dwelling on the bad things, here is a list of things that have brightened my week (and my life, in general). Here’s to week one of funemployment!

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things: A List of Gratitude

  1. Friends

    They’re more than people. They are reincarnated cupcake-fed unicorns in human form. The absolute sweetest and I love them all to the moon and back.  They’ve helped me through this week with silly texts, IRL job-searching sessions, reading over cover letters,  and just being there. Physically AND virtually. Thanks for the Skype call, Ash.

    txt

  2. Roommates
    They helped talk me out of my “OMG PANIC WAHT AM I GOING TO DO!?!” stage. Salma sent encouraging messages from EGYPT! These lovely ladies are my favorite, ALL of the time. They are my immediate family unit in PDX. I always see those roommate horror stories on the interwebz. Thankfully I don’t have any.

    IMG_0386
    *Seriously, how cute is Sedona <333

  3. Family
    Dear family, Thank you. For EVERYTHING. The goodnight texts, the phone calls, the packages — I don’t think I say it enough; I am so grateful. I love you. Even from the thousands of miles away, I can feel the love. I really do. And I miss you so so much. See you soon (;

  4. Yoga
    I recently started a regular yoga practice thanks to Yoga With Adriene AND my lovely voice/yoga instructor.  I’ve been wanting to do it forever, but my pesky ankles were preventing me (or, the thought that I couldn’t do yoga with my ankles… WRONGO!) Yoga has kept me sane, and is keeping my anxieties in check. Not to mention my ankles are getting stronger (YAY!) Seriously, I’ve seen so many positive changes and it has only been a few months. #thanksyoga

  5. Music
    Music is my bliss. I’ve been singing (and awkward dancing) around the apartment more lately. I’m just not sure the neighbors are enjoying  “Batti Batti O Bel Masetto” an hour a day… but that’s their fault for being home at one in the afternoon (;

     
  6. Nature
    Portland is a beautiful beautiful city. It’s like Boston, but also like NH. It’s a Boston/NH “Fluffahnuttah” Sandwich. I can go to a park with a duck pond AND hike in the woods without leaving the city. How wonderful. Cool job, Portland. Morning sunshine meditation is a thing I do. #soportland #ilovethesunshine #hippielife

  7. Life
    I’m a fan of living, in general.  I am so happy I get to live on this earth. Who could NOT enjoy this rad world filled with amazing things (like friends, and hiking trails, and strawberries, and Netflix!) Good job life. High five.

#nowplaying Third Eye -- Florence and the Machine