Last night's gig

I had a blast last night. I was in the mood, I guess, for a gig. The first set went well, we played my new song So This Is Love again. On the break between sets Jeff Chambers called me, he's the bass player I worked with in February and will work with again in June. I'm so amazed by who he has played with and is playing with. Turns out he was in San Diego, on a gig with an 18-year-old Russian piano phenomenon named Eldar. They'll also play Seattle and New York; the kid has a record contract with Sony.

After the break I got up and we did Black Coffee, a blues number. No one was paying attention to us, as often happens on this particular gig--the bar/restaurant is divided in half, and when we play all the patrons either sit at the bar or on the side where we don't play. Suddenly I just started messing around as I sang, lying on tables, dancing (well, I do that anyway), and even ultimately lying on the floor (I threw myself down at the lyric "Feelin' low as the ground... It's driving me crazy, this waitin' for my baby to maybe come around."). I was having so much fun. It was like a new level of freedom that I've always wanted. But no matter what I did, these cute guys on the other side sort of looked at me but turned back to their conversation. I didn't really mind, anyway--the band was laughing and I could tell they really liked my performance. After that they kept on saying "man, we should have had a video camera for that, it was great!" Then between songs I was cracking jokes and actually started to get some laughs from the patrons, so by the end of the evening with all my dancing and antics and heartfelt singing I actually got a rousing bit of applause from them all, which was great.

When I got home I wrote these lyrics:

I Feel So Fine
By Alexandra L. Weber Morales © 2005

I feel so fine
Floating so high
Everything I say is funny
Every twist of my waist full of grace
Every note I sing rings true

I am so free
No one can stop me
I run like Marian Jones
I dance with the Bolshoy ballet
I jump like Michael Jordan

I stand so strong
Nothing I do is wrong
With one hand I lift a bus
I backflip through the air
I swim across the sea

The sick finger of doubt is just out of sight
What is that dark feather obscuring the light?
A monster awaits in my sleep
To say you sinner, you bitch, you creep

I am so right
I fix everyone’s plight
Entire countries respect me
I end conflicts with a smile
All children are happy and healthy

All this I do in my spare time

Who knows how/if it'll turn into a song. But it sort of reminds me of something on Bjork's Post album.