For the past few days I have been editing and loading all of my minidiscs onto Audacity on my computer.  My plan is to edit it (further) and make some CDs.  Strange to hear myself so much.  I was really amazing in 2002, just as I was meeting Simon.  Why did fate throw him in my path? I felt so professional, so ready at that concert.  If I had not met him, would I now have a professional career?  Where would I be? 

I should upgrade so I can put audio tracks on this blog (is it worth $11 per month, or should I just use myspace?).  I am listening to a touching rendetion of Vedrai Carino (featuring me!), during a voice lesson, with just a hint of piano accompaniment by my teacher Paula. 

Sigh.  I miss it.  Not the ambition, or need to express my sadness or anger, but the beauty, spirit, colours of the sound island I inhabited for varying lenghs of time, sometimes only a few precious seconds, sometimes a glorious, langourous uncountable length of time.