I went on stage last week Sunday at an open-mic. Here’s one song I performed.
H/t to my friend Gustav for being there to support and recording this.
The last time was November 2013, months after I broke up my band The Howlin’ Shibanski. The quiet acoustic gig at an empty bar only deepened my sadness and emptiness, rather than provided the closure or hope that I thirsted for.
I’ll write about the band some other time.
Tonight, I performed three songs at an open-mic event in downtown Stockholm.
It was more of a personal triumph more than a successful performance. I didn’t turn into Douche Mina again. I was scared, nervous, and vulnerable. Nervous, frozen fingers didn’t stop from playing, I smiled and continued.
And when I hit the high or bolted the strong notes, I came alive.
I’ll practice and get back again to play. I don’t need the stage to feel whole or at home, I have that in myself and elsewhere now. But I am alive when I sing and play my music.