It's been a wildly exciting and emotionally challenging journey getting to where I am now as an independent artist.
I feel extremely lucky to be able to do what I love but I'm learning as I go, that what we start out thinking we're trying to achieve in our lives, can be far different to the outcome. When I set out on my journey to share my music with the world, I was really just bumbling around learning how to become a better musician and performer.
The biggest surprise and most welcome reward came for me when people began to tell me how my music touched their lives. Whaaaaaat? Music touches my life for sure, but I didn't expect that MY music would do this for others.
I had no idea the power of my gift and for a long time I felt like I was on this journey all by myself (except when I was touring with Fiona Joy........ and Yoda on her GPS telling us to go right, but not to the dark side). :)
It might surprise some of you to learn that last year when I returned home to Australia after finishing and releasing my Feel So Pretty album in the States, I was completely directionless and out of ideas as to how to keep going with my music career.
I knew I MUST keep going because evidently I was "touching lives" and to be honest, there is nothing else in this world that I want to do more than keep making music and sharing it with you.
So, I literally surrendered my life to the powers that be and gave myself an emotional break to await some new inspiration. I walked, read inspirational books, slept, did yoga and spent time with family and friends just enjoying rather than worrying about what next.
Before long, a trickle of new ideas and opportunities came into my life and I jumped on the things that felt good and right. I gained a few important mentors and by default (I thought I was getting some lessons on how to improve my social media skills) I gained a life coach by the name of Anthony John Amyx
Here I was thinking I had it all figured out. I had five albums under my belt, I'd been touring in the States and having fun beyond my wildest dreams. So why did I feel like I'd slammed head on into a brick wall?
Turns out we hold OURSELVES back from achieving our dreams in life. Why the hell would we do that to ourselves? It all comes back to fear. I had fears buried deep in my brain and Anthony just gets in there and pulls them out. It's painful, it's terrifying and it's soooooooooooo liberating when you finally let them go.
So I'm ready to rock 'n roll into 2016 and now I totally get it! We're all on this journey together and how comforting that is to understand. I'm no longer just trying to be a better musician. I'm touching lives and it feels so good!
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This is a very personal story but so intense and fascinating for me that I wanted to share it with you. Sometimes when emotionally traumatic things happen in my life, I seem to be able to step outside of myself and just watch things unfold. Usually I can say to myself “well isn’t this interesting, I wonder where this is going”.
This time however, I felt the force of the whole world caving in on me and it didn’t let up for a very long time.
Of course I’m talking about a significant and long-term relationship break up. It had been, in my eyes, a very successful relationship which might sound odd given that it ended. While it lasted though, for the most part, it was very loving and sweet and easy and respectful.
So I’ll cut to the chase, and get right to the part where it all went belly-up. We’d been living in the U.K. for a couple of years when my partner scored a gig (he was a bass player) in a gorgeous Ski Resort in Northern Italy (a 3 month residency). This was very exciting for both of us and I thought I’d easily get work as well. I was wrong. I was too late. I should have gone over a couple of weeks earlier to secure something.
So after a few fun weeks of staying up late, listening to the band and enjoying the majesty of this beautiful place, I became restless and a little bored not having a job to keep me busy. Also, there’d been an incident which frightened me a little and left me feeling uneasy, so I decided I’d go and visit my sister in Uganda as she had created a very successful Guesthouse in Jinja on Lake Victoria (head of the Nile). I’d wanted to go for so long and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.
As I left, I saw a light go out in my partner’s eyes. He wasn’t happy about me going without him, but my efforts to get him to go to Uganda with me over the past couple of years had failed. It takes years for a relationship to fall apart and I have to admit that I’d felt that I was losing my grip on this one for some time now. It had always been so good and so easy, we’d never had to work at it, and I think when the boat started to rock, I/we didn’t have the skills or the understanding of how to put it right again.
While I was in Uganda, I went on a white water rafting trip and while I chose to go on the “mild” raft as opposed to the “wild” one, the river conditions had changed and there was one rapid that the guide told us was now unpredictable. “Hands up if you’d like to go on the safety boat for this one. Oh, but we can’t guarantee the safety boat won’t tip on this rapid either……so……….…” Holy Hell! I hadn’t planned on getting wet lol!
Long story short, after a brief from the guide informing us that if we could hold our breath for 10 counts we’d be ok. Shit! Wait! I’d been coughing for 6 weeks with a cold and my lungs weren’t quite so strong. My sister had actually asked me before I went “do you think you should go since you’ve not been well”? I would have pulled out but one of her friends was going and I didn’t want to let him down.
Ok, so I could count to ten, but was I counting too quickly? Oh never mind, the boat wouldn’t tip. We’ll be fine. And down the rapid we went, and over went the boat. I’m at the back of the boat by the way, back left corner which was pushed down into the pounding water as the rest of the boat flipped over me.
No problem, count to ten, don’t put your feet down or try to stand up, if you come up under the boat there’ll be an air pocket. I’ve got this! So I’m counting, and I’m counting and I’m counting and.......... oh……...... I’m not coming up. When can I expect to come up? 8…. 9… 10….. and then I said goodbye to my partner, and I said………I’m sorry. (phew, this is difficult to write).
As I reached for my last breath, my lungs took in a truck load of water and my life jacket propelled me to the surface, coughing and spluttering and in shock and panicked. I was so ashamed to be panicked because I could swim well. This had nothing to do with being able to swim though. I was waving and screaming to the safety guides in their kayaks, because I still thought I was going to drown. I couldn’t breath and the waves from the rapids were washing over my head. I guess they figured that I wasn’t face down, so there was no need to come to me. They were looking for upside down bodies.
My sister’s friend, washed past me, and when he saw my panicked state, he grabbed me, spun me round, held me really tight and told me I was going to be alright. He was amazing. Everyone from our boat had clearly had a time of it as they all looked stunned when they climbed back in the boat, even the guide. We still had 7 rapids to go.
The significance of this experience was not lost on me, as it made me re-evaluate my life. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Not the stuff that we tend to spend our time and energy worrying about anyway.
When I arrived back in Northern Italy, my partner was involved in a terrifying car accident. Everyone in the car survived, but only because it rolled over towards the inside of the icy, snowy, mountain road, rather than the edge.
I thought to myself, what the hell is going on here. Something big is happening in our lives. We’ve both come close to dying in the last few weeks and you know that death can also mean a new beginning.
How right I was. It was the end of our relationship and though he instigated it, they say that when a relationship ends, both people want it and both have made it happen. I wouldn’t have said that at the time, but in hindsight, I’m sure that’s right. I wasn’t following my passion in life. Not really. I was content and probably complacent.
The last 7 or 8 years since we split, have been the most creatively fulfilling years of my life (See my Love Affair With NYC post). It’s almost like he was setting me free to force my hand. I didn’t fight it either. I think that I set him free too to have the life that he is now having. I would never have chosen to leave that relationship but am I grateful that it ended? Definitely, but not because I didn't love him. In fact, we're still good friends and he will always have a special place in my heart.
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Below is a live video of my song 'Like Water'. This song came from the depths of my emotion after our break up.
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I've been a traveller since I was 19 and I guess the more you move around the world, the more you open yourself up to extraordinary experiences, good and bad. I have so many, and thankfully, to this date, they all at least have a happy ending.
I was living in the U.K. in my early twenties. My sister, Merryde, joined me after about 6 months, and after travelling around together for the next twelve months, we were to fly home to Australia. Since she'd flown over separately, she was on a different airline and had to take a train to Paris from London first. I was flying directly from London, but we'd decided to spend a few weeks in Asia on the way home. First stop would be Colombo, Sri Lanka.
The arrangement was that since Merryde's flight was to arrive in Colombo four hours after mine, I'd just wait at the airport for her and then we'd go off and find somewhere to stay using our trusty 'Asia On A Shoestring' guide.
So we said goodbye to each other in London, and as I approached the top of the escalator which led down to the platform that my train to the airport was to leave from, I saw my train slowly pulling out. I watched in disbelief. I knew I was pushing it for time, but I couldn't believe I'd missed it.
I ran as fast as I could with my 18kg back pack to the taxi stand where there was an endless queue of people. I burst into tears and fully aware of how pathetic I must have looked, I begged them all to allow me to take the next cab! Horrified and sympathetic, they stepped back as one to let me in.
Sobbing in the back of the cab, my mind was racing. What if I miss my flight? My sister will arrive in Colombo and won't know where I am. I can't contact her (there were no mobile phones back then). We hadn't even thought to book a hotel so that we'd know to just get ourselves there and wait for the other. Aaaaargh I was beside myself. As well as that, the cab fair used up the equivalent of 1 week's travel money. Asia was very cheap, but now my budget was depleted by 7 days.
Well I did make my flight, within minutes, and I felt extremely relieved as you can imagine. But little did I know that the worst was yet to come.
I arrived in Sri Lanka, collected my bags and was wandering around looking for somewhere to sit and wait the 4 hours for my sister's flight, when a rather large, gold chain wearing Sri Lankan man asked me if I needed assistance. I replied that I was fine thank you, and just waiting for my sister coming from Paris. "Oh", he exclaimed, "that flight has been delayed indefinitely! Maybe it will arrive tomorrow or the next day, but not before". He must have seen the blood drain from my face as I realized I had no accommodation booked, I had no way of contacting my sister, and I had no idea when she would be arriving. All I could think was, what if she arrives tomorrow and I'm not here to meet her? She'll be panicked. She won't know where I am! Was this man even telling the truth? I mean, here I was, a young, vulnerable female travelling alone in a 2nd if not 3rd world country at that time.
So long story short, (I verified this man was a staff member at the airport), and I reluctantly allowed him to drive me to a nearby hotel. Without going into detail, he tried a few things on me including the old "I'll take you to a jewellery shop and you choose anything, anything you want and don't look at the price" trick, but it didn't work of course. I wasn't THAT vulnerable or naive (wink wink).
After a sleepless night, strung out and anxious, I made a few trips to the airport the next morning with my man friend, but we were not allowed past the entry gates without a ticket and were turned away each time and told to come back later. Finally, we got news of an arrival time, and this time we were allowed in. I saw my sister coming through customs, and as she approached me smiling, laughing and waving, I broke down with relief and bawled my eyes out. While I'd been living my nightmare, SHE had been swanning around in a Hilton Hotel in Paris, partying with others from the same flight - COURTESY OF THE AIRLINE THANK YOU VERY MUCH! I don't think she'd even given a second thought about HER sister!
So all's well that ends well and boy was I ever happy to see her. I was also very grateful to my man friend, though a little shady, he turned out to be harmless, and really went out of his way to help me out.
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On a train in Sri Lanka eating frozen pineapple pieces.
I feel it's time to re-visit a period of my life that was not only very recent, but life-changing. It was a three year whirlwind experience that came about after I sent one email to a woman named Fiona Joy.
I was sitting on my bed, (my office), with my computer one day in early 2011. I was listening to an on-line radio show by Lisa Aston of House Concerts Australia, and when I heard the beautiful piano music of Fiona Joy, I thought to myself, I wonder if she'd like to tour with me? I'd been wanting to put together an Australian tour playing theatres, performing arts centres and jazz clubs, but it all seemed very daunting until I thought about teaming up with another artist.
With nothing to lose I shot Fiona an email (she wasn't hard to find) and she immediately wrote back with a big fat YES! Goodness. I wasn't quite expecting that. So.... ummmmm, what now? I quickly put my thinking cap on and came back to her with a few of my personal tour requirements which were 1) venues must be gorgeous 2) venues must have a grand piano and 3) we must play solo. That was it. Fiona was agreeable, (though a little unsure about the 'playing solo' bit since she had mostly only played with a full ensemble at that point), but after a not so gentle pep talk from me (a newly reformed soloist - see my 'Love Affair With NYC' blog), she CAVED, and promised to NEVER question my guru-esque wisdom EVER again! And with that we were bonded.
Before we knew it, we were staring down the barrel of an East Coast Tour for October that same year, having pooled our resources, put our heads together and enlisted the services of Lisa Aston and Deborah Gann to help with bookings and publicity. I could hardly believe what was happening even though I'd lit the fuse.
A friend of mine came up with the tour name 'Two Grand I'm Yours' which we embraced and ran amuck with. We thought it was clever, and cute and a little bit cheeky. This inspired me to think about a promo video, and after a sleepless night with silly ideas running through my head, well, a video was born (see below)..... and then...........there were two.
So off we went, green and nervous on our very first show of the tour, which was the Brisbane Jazz Club. As we steamrolled and giggled our way down the coast, we felt pretty happy with ourselves and decided we'd take it to America!!! What? What the hell were we thinking?
Sometimes, it pays to be a little naive when it comes to getting the job done. In the absence of fear and hesitation, Fiona and I reached out to everyone we knew in the United States, and with the help and generosity of so many of our friends, once again, we had a tour lined up for 2012 but this time it was America!!! Yikes! What would they think of us? What were we doing?
Well, I'm happy to say that the Americans embraced us with their enormous hearts, their overt warmth and kindness, and we managed to accomplish another two U.S. tours over the following years. To our surprise, all this touring together made us realize we had a positive contribution to make in the world. We seemed to be touching peoples' lives in a way that we never imagined. We were just having fun, but out of it came a sense of purpose that I don't think either of us totally understood at the beginning of it all.
Though we've finished touring together as Two Grand I'm Yours, Fiona and I remain great friends and we still work together to help support each others' careers. I've learned so much from Fiona over the years and she's a very kind hearted and talented artist. I'm eternally grateful for her having come into my life and for all the people who have come with her as a consequence.
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When I was 32 and just out of University, I'd been signed to Warner/Chappell and I'd recently written a song called 'I Don't Think It's True', which was attracting a bit of attention as it sounded a little bit like an Alanis Morissette track. I received a letter from a NY record company asking me to send more songs (which I didn't have in that style), and another record company in Sydney called me in for a meeting as well.
This meeting was interesting and scary because at 32, I was already considered too old in an industry that was male dominated and extremely ageist. As I sat down for my meeting, I was confused by the conversation that ensued. I had been told by the woman who set the meeting up, (and remember, SHE rang ME), that Mr X really LOVE LOVE LOVED my song and wanted to meet with me. Mr X however, clearly wasn't so enamoured as I appeared before him, although I've never known exactly what was going on in his head. He pressed the play button, turned my song right down low, and exclaimed "Is this the song"? O..........M...........G!!!!!
I had spent my last few dollars getting myself to this meeting and I'd gone to a lot of trouble to dress myself up and look good. The female awkwardly offered me a coffee which I passed on, and I was shortly being ushered out of the building.
She drove me to the nearest station, and on the way there she asked one question......
"How old are you Trysette"? BAMM!!!! I knew it!!!
How did they figure that out? I've always looked younger than my years or so I'm told. I'm thinking she did some research after calling me for the interview. Unfortunately for me, she let it all slide and let me suffer the humiliation and inconvenience. She could have at least bought me lunch! hahaha!
So here's my point. I fell victim to this kind of attitude for many years and I even believed in the myth to the point where I was too afraid to let people know my age for fear they would look at me differently somehow, or change their perception of me as an artist. Ironically, I'm now 20 years older and my age has never mattered less! At 52, I'm able to let go of all those worries about what the "industry" wants or expects or requires of me to be the human I was born to be. I'm in charge of my own career, direction and choices about how I bring joy to peoples' lives through my music. That's it. That's what it's about for me.
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Well you're not going to believe THIS story but it's absolutely true!
I was in need of accommodation in NYC for about a month on another visit, so I put a post on my facebook page asking if anyone knew of a room to rent. A friend of mine, Graham (in Australia), messaged me and gave me the contact details of a friend of his in NYC, Annette. Annette wasn't able to help with accommodation, but she asked me to get in touch when I was there so we could meet up for a coffee (or was it a cocktail) .... more likely.
So I eventually secured a room in a very tall building, on about the 17th floor on East 38th, and when I rang Annette, she asked me where I was staying. I told her the address and she remarked "are you serious"? I'm right across the street on the 21st floor" I said "get out of here! I'm going to put a yellow post-it note on my window and if you can see it, wave". I put the note on my window, a woman came outside onto her balcony high up in the building across the street and began waving her arms madly! We've been really great friends ever since.
On that same visit (I think it was 2010/11), I got invited to a party at the apartment of a couple of guys who played the piano and sang. They were so passionate about their music career and were obviously on there way to becoming very successful. It wasn't only the songs and their voices that made me feel this way, but there was an energy about them that was palpable. Their names were Ian and Chad. Well they were definitely on their way, because last year I kept hearing a new song on the radio, on the TV, in shopping centres etc. It was so beautiful and powerful that I was compelled to go looking to see who this band was. Blow me down if it wasn't my new friends Ian and Chad. The song was 'Say Something' and their new band name was A Great Big World. What can I say! It just feels like anything can happen in New York City.
In conclusion, as I think about the Big Apple and what it means to me, I think that no matter how vibrant and exciting a place can be, it's ultimately the people you meet that make it an even greater experience for you or not even an experience you'd care to revisit. I know plenty of people who've visited NYC and though they appreciate it's finer qualities, their experiences were not the same as mine or anyone else's for that matter, and they feel satisfied with the one visit. Isn't that the fascinating thing about life! Our experiences are so uniquely our own.
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My photographer and dear friend Robin Craig. Click on the photo to check out some of our very first moments together around New York City.
About seven years ago I embarked on my solo career. Up until then I'd only ever performed live with a full band and I wasn't comfortable being a pianist actually. I wasn't sure of myself on stage and I didn't think I was technically good enough to make a career out of playing the piano. So I mostly stood up front of the band and sang, or sat behind a Rhodes piano and played and sang while allowing the band to "make me look good"..... I hear you screaming at me but that's where I was at.
Due to a major relationship breakup however, which felt like learning to breath, walk and talk all over again, I decided that if I was going to have a music career at all, I'd better "man up" and learn to play solo.
I took a few piano lessons from a well renowned jazz pianist in Sydney, only to have him confirm to me that I was quite capable of accompanying myself on stage. With that and my newly acquired 'f-you' attitude that only a serious break up can provide, (now I hear you laughing - those who really know me), I boldly took to the stage in Sydney and began my apprenticeship as a solo performer. Very soon I was feeling confident and I headed back to the U.K. where I'd spent a few years previously, to finish recording my Le Cafe Ancien album.
I decided to stop over in New York City as I'd never been before and always wanted to go. I went on-line, booked myself into a hostel for 9 nights on the Upper West of Manhattan. Arriving at JFK airport, I took a shuttle to the hostel, and as I was leaving the shuttle, this very friendly woman, Nikki from Phoenix Arizona, caught my attention, asked me what I was doing and then gave me her number and invited me to lunch with herself and a girlfriend. How exciting, I'd just arrived and I already had a date lol! We all met up, and Nikki's friend's name was Robin Craig. For some mysterious reason, Robin and I felt like old friends and she invited me to look her up again if ever I returned to HER city!
New York City was mind-blowingly crazy fun for me! I had no idea what to expect but the place exceeded anything I could ever have imagined. The buildings, the cafes, restaurants and diners, the hustle the bustle, the majesty of it all. No wonder so many people want to write about it. It swallowed me up in such a great way and I willingly gave all of myself to that city and just soaked in every moment. I loved that I could walk around at night on my own and feel safe, and that I could walk into a bar on my own, sit at the counter and make new friends without feeling conspicuous or vulnerable. I googled open mic venues that had a piano and went out every night and played. I played Caffe Vivaldi, Googies Lounge (above the Livingroom), The Path Cafe, Waltz Astoria, Banjo Jim's (now closed), Cleopatra's Needle, The Rockwood Music Hall, and I stayed out listening to music into the wee hours. I made lots of friends and gained performance experience that I never could have bought, which set me up for the tours that I had no idea were coming.
The following year I returned to NYC (wild horses could not have kept me away) and I did get in touch with Robin. In fact we'd remained friends via the internet so it wasn't hard to find her. I stayed with Robin for four days, and as it turned out, she was a photographic enthusiast. Asked if I'd like to go out in the city and take a few shots, I squealed and said yes!
Actually, I'd already started thinking about a music video for my song 'That Face' ( Le Cafe Ancien), and I suggested she bring her video camera as well and just see if we could make something happen. Well we spent three days running, skipping and giggling our way around the city and I swear, I have never had so much fun. We were just on the same page. We were like teenagers and it was all about the fun factor. Below is the video that came out of those three days (bar the cat-face shots at the beginning which were filmed at a party in Brisbane).
To be continued....... Click HERE for Part 2.
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Ok so I had a torrid affair with a gorgeous rock star who shall remain nameless. One I will never forget and am eternally grateful for, not only for what I learned about myself but for the song that was inspired by the way he made me feel.
As the lyrics suggest, Your Hands On Me is one of my more suggestive tunes and when it came time to decide how exactly to produce it, I actually put my producers cap on instead of leaving it all up to Steve McDonald.
I was like a kid in a lolly shop throughout the entire L.A. recording session for my
Feel So Pretty album, due to the fact that I was getting to work with some of the most amazing musicians, and this particular drummer was no exception. His name is Mike Baird. His credits include Journey, Rick Springfield, Joe Cocker, George Benson do I need to go on! When I heard the name Joe Cocker, I went on the hunt to see if Mike Baird was in fact the very same drummer to have played on one of my favourite songs growing up 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' and bingo! It was HIM! Can you imagine my excitement?
Armed with this information, my little brain started to tick over. Wouldn't it be fun to have a female version (I flatter myself) of You Can Leave Your Hat On and have the SAME DRUMMER PLAY ON IT! Do you see where I'm going with this?
When we all fronted up to the studio to record Your Hands On Me and Mike Baird pops the question, "alright Trysette, what kind of feel are you looking for on this song?" (remember he's never heard it before), I replied, "well you know that song You Can Leave Your Hat On" ......he looked at me......and he gave me his cheeky grin.......and he started to play that groove. Aaaaah. I was in heaven.
It's really something to stand in the same room as a drummer like Mike Baird and experience the intensity and precision that he delivers. I've posted a video of our recording session below and you'll notice how effortless it looks when he's actually drumming, but if you close your eyes and listen, you can get a sense of his power. Turn it up!
This video also features the amazing Jeff Dean on bass (so good, and the perfect guy to rock this song) plus you'll hear guitars by Randy Ray Mitchell and Bob DeMarco, organs by Bob Malone and Percussion by Chris Trujillo.
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Since the release of my new album, Feel So Pretty, in July this year, I've been asked a few times why I chose to record Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.
I love this question because it was actually a big decision for me to make. My producer, Steve McDonald, lovingly insisted that I put a cover song on this album and asked me what I'd like to do. Due to my procrastination, Steve put together a compilation CD of about 30 songs for me to choose from. There was only one song on there that I was mildly interested in recording, so we went ahead and began creating a whole new version of it. Steve was very excited about the song, but as it turns out, I was having so much trouble singing it (it was too high in places for me and if we moved it down a key, it was too low in places as well) and the style also was just not feeling comfortable for me.
I kinda had to gently suggest to Steve that perhaps the whole cover thing wasn't going to work for me. Poor Steve! lol! However, being a very patient soul, he then said to me "there must be SOMETHING, surely just ONE song that you enjoy singing that you could put on your album, SURELY"? I said "well of course there is. There's one song that I sing on my shows that I adore and people tell me that I must record it but I CAN'T POSSIBLY. It's way too big, too current, it's been covered a million times and therefore it feels like too much pressure for me to attempt it". (This was my reasoning).
Steve said "well that's it. You're doing it" and that was that. At least I had him to blame if it all went belly up hehe.
The next step was to decide how to record it. At least I'd already been playing it on my shows for some time so I had my part down. Next we added an acoustic rhythm guitar part by the great Randy Ray Mitchell and then we enlisted the services of Bob Malone to work his magic with a string arrangement. Bob wasn't hard to track down since I was living in his house (Bob and his wife Karen are family to me). My most treasured memory of this process was lying awake in the room next to Bob's studio on the night that he wrote the string parts for Chasing Cars. I couldn't stop smiling. To hear someone creating so passionately and from the goodness of their heart, just because they love you and care about you and care about the music, well, it gave me chills. Not only that, the parts were so beautiful and moving, I didn't sleep all night. They were going around and around in my head and I just couldn't wait to give Bob a huge hug in the morning and tell him how much I appreciated him.
Strings down, piano and vocal down, all we needed now was a harmony vocal. Steve McDonald seems to have a list of incredibly talented musicians to call on in Los Angeles, and if the job of the producer is to make decisions about who to call for what and when, then I think Steve nailed it every time for this album. There's nothing more to say except, please just listen to the amazing vocals of John Pratt. Just. Wow!
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This is my very first blog post so please go easy on me ;) I've been putting this off because I just didn't know what to write about but here I am. I'm just going to make a start and see what happens.
I guess the first thing that comes to mind is the question I get asked most about in the whole world.... where does my name come from? My mum tells me she made it up by combining Trieste (the name of a town in Italy) with Tristesse (a French word meaning sadness). I know right? Well, it has certainly been a conversation starter throughout my life and I guess that's not such a bad thing. Oh and by the way, it's pronounced Tr-zet or Tr-set but I like Tr-zet best. It's a little less formal.
I'm number four of nine children and I grew up in a gorgeous little town on the Northern Rivers of NSW, Australia called Grafton. Grafton sits beside a majestic river called the Clarence and has a crooked bridge which I think is charming. Grafton also has a LOT of Jacaranda trees and every year in November we'd have a day off school to celebrate the Jacaranda Festival. All the students from the local schools would get together and perform May Pole dances in crepe paper costumes which was great until it rained!
There'd be a Jacaranda Queen competition and a float parade down the main street in the evening. And no, I didn't aspire to being a Jacaranda Queen hehe. I was too much of a tomboy back then. I preferred to hang with the boys and go motorbike riding.
I don't know how they did it, but my parents made it a priority to have each of us kids learn an instrument (mostly classical piano) as well as join the swimming club and tennis club etc etc. Below is a picture of the piano I learned to play on after my parents purchased it in Brisbane. It was a rare London Chappell & Co. Grand, and though we appreciated it was a magnificent instrument, how were we to know that it would end up in the Powerhouse Museum in Sydney where it still sits to this day.
I'm so grateful to my parents for forcing (I mean encouraging) me to take classical piano lessons even if I did play mostly ragtime and pop songs when I was supposed to be practicing my scales. It definitely had a huge impact on my life considering the career path I have chosen. My major influences in my teens were Carole King, James Taylor, Lionel Richie, Eagles and Elton John. I was a sucker for a good ballad and still am.
Part of being one of a large number of children meant that you had to be very independent. We rode our bikes about 3 kms to school from day 1, at the age of 5. Rain, hail, shine, swooping magpies or snow. Well, it never snowed in Grafton but you know what I mean. Sometimes we'd have piano lessons or swimming club before school which meant a very early start and more often we had piano lessons and orchestra practice after school as well. It was a very full and energetic childhood and I feel blessed to have had the privileges that I had.
I hope you've enjoyed my little story today and thank you for taking the time to visit my blog page.
Until next time.