Photo by the very talented Joseph Elliot. I mean, just look at his photos they’re amazing.
A funny story about Kacie. That story is the one of how we became friends. We both share a mutual love of Brooke Fraser and as I was watching Brooke’s music video for her (then) new single “Something In The Water” I noticed some covers to the right in the sidebar. I clicked on one and was blown away at how good it was. I remember thinking that if I ever did a cover, I hope it sounded half as good as this one. It was hers. Cut to two years later and I notice another musician I love mention a Kacie Williams. I thought the name sounded familiar and discovered it was the same girl. So I e-mailed her and told her this story of social media going full-circle.
Well, we’re now good friends as Kacie lets me go on and on in epic, long e-mails all about music. It’s wonderful to know someone who totally gets it, you know? No matter what your passion is, it’s hard for someone to understand why you love something so much unless they love it just the same. They say God places people in your life at different times for different reasons and I know that’s how it is with Miss Kacie.
Her band, Neighbour, just released a new music video and I wanted to share it with you all. She’s so talented and the video is fantastic. I hope you like it as well and check out her EP which is FREE right now. You heard that right.
First it started with this video that took me back. Then I got to YouTubing my favorite 90′s classics which then led to me making a playlist full of my favorites and some other songs thrown in there because, well, what’s a 90′s playlist without Hanson and the Backstreet Boys. I’m just sayin’.
Music defines times for me, it’s like a time machine. I remember the song “Hey Jealousy” by the Gin Blossoms was a hit when I was six and we took a vacation to Colorado. I remember sitting in the car while we ran errands the day we left, listening to that song and loving it so much that a simple drive in an old Volvo became memorable to me. I remember staying up late when I was in fifth grade, just so I could hit “record” on my tape player when my favorite songs came on the radio. My mom let me listen to music to “fall asleep”, but to be honest I could never sleep. Ever. I stayed up as late as it took to listen to and record my favorites. I really didn’t get much sleep back then. I’d stay awake at night making imaginary music videos to songs in my head.
I remember staying home in the summer, planted in front of MTV hoping to catch the video for “Wonderwall” or “Crash Into Me” (you know, back when they actually played music) because they were the songs that made me fall in love with music. Needless to say, times in my life are defined by music. So here are some of my memories of the 90′s. I could go through most of these songs and explain in detail what memory is tied to it for me, but that would be one very long blog post. So for now, enjoy listening and traveling back in time with me. Deal?
So this is a post about how dreams can not only be scary, but they can make you doubt yourself in every way possible.
Do you ever notice how big dreams often seem like a joke to some people? Let’s be honest here, to be a successful, professional musician is not the most stable career choice, nor is it the easiest to obtain. What am I even doing?
Yesterday I spent two straight hours recording a two minute song over and over and over and over. On one hand, I practiced guitar for two hours and my almost-calloused fingers are thankful for that. On the other hand I felt like I wasted those two hours because I hated every. single. take. It was frustrating. Granted, I am relying on barely-there guitar skills, a mic built into my laptop and Photobooth to record it(with dogs who barked during the best takes), but still. I felt so defeated by the end of it and just wanted to curl up and sleep the rest of the night away. Feeling like you’re inadequate for the big dreams God has placed on your heart is one of the worst feelings. To want something and feel like you can’t have it because you’re not good enough(or so those little lies in your head tell you).
It brings up all sorts of icky feelings. Regret that I didn’t major in music in college or stick with piano lessons and guitar lessons when I took them as a kid. When all I had to do with my time was music. I didn’t have bills to pay, the stress of being basically unemployed wasn’t on my shoulders. If only I could walk up to fourteen-year-old Katy and tell her to stick with guitar, that it does get easier and it’s so worth it because it’ll hit you one day that a career in music is all you ever wanted. It’s what you love, it’s what makes you feel alive. That you think in lyrics for a reason.
I don’t know where I’m going with this except…words. I needed to put down these words. I need to stick with it for me today and stop doubting myself so much so that 30-year-old Katy doesn’t come back and bash me over the head with a guitar, because I don’t play it anymore. I need to keep going. I have so much to prove, I really do. Mostly to myself. The main thing I’m lacking is confidence. Confidence in myself, confidence in my voice.
It’s not going to magically come together right away, it’s going to take a lot of time and a lot of hard work. Work I want to do.
The doubts and the lies that flood my mind? They prove I’m onto something good. I just know it.
hello there. i'm kathryn, but you can call me katy. i live in north carolina with my husband and two pups. this is my place to share my life with you, a journal of sorts. it's also a place for me to share what inspires me, my personal style and my love for music. thank you for visiting.