i’ve been working on artwallah stuff all day, with a minor detour to the chrysler dealer for an oil change and a stop at disk factory to pick up cds for radio promotion.  soumya, our new addition to the pr team, is in charge of getting radio play.  we just got word that a few more stations have joined the list of radio play.  thank you toronto and our very own kcsn here in LA! 

sometimes i can get so tired and not be able to sleep.  when it’s really busy like it is right now, then i can’t sleep because i’m tired and my mind is racing over all the things that need to get done.  the festival is 3 weeks away - there’s a lot left to do.  i’m also in rehearsals for our rangoli company show.  my body is getting used to the rigorous rehearsal schedule, but it’s still taking its toll.

but what to do?  these are things that i absolutely love to do.  and why not?  why not sacrfice the sleep.  i often tell my friends, i can sleep when i die.  plenty of time to sleep.  now’s the time to really live.  to experiment.  to travel, explore, wonder, make a ton of mistakes and bad decisions and know the world as best you can.

i’m about 200 pages into the queen noor memoir and i am so fascinated by this malibu girl who grew up to be an urban developer, graduated as part of the first princeton class to admit women, and then become queen.  and do you know that in the chapter i’m on, she is simultaneously talking about the politcial unrest of the times in jordan, egypt, syria and israel and also talking about negotiating her first year of marriage to the king. 

it’s unimaginable why a person would sign up for that life.  but her answer is pretty simple actually…love.  and then she could never be with him, because he was the king keeping his country from civil war and now she was the queen and had committed to a life of public service.  life’s travels can take you to places you never thought possible. 

i have been there.  i mean not to queendom or to jordan, but i have felt like i would never have thought i’d end up where i am today.  a singer/songwriter waiting to tour and having an album.  it was all supposed to be so different.  mind you, i’m not complaining.  i’m just marveling at how when you least expect it, life can show up in a big way with lots of compelling material for you. 

my brother and sister-in-law are expecting their first baby in september.  i wonder if when you have a baby, you start to just think of life as completely surreal or completely grounded?

okay…enough rambling.  it’s late and these wee hours often inspire some peculiar musings. 

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