Week 3 of Quarantine: the death of Monkey Mind

Something changed in me this week.

Usually, I'm restless.  I worry about what others think about me. I crave being understood.  I'm anxious about making the right decisions. I feel guilt. I feel fear.  And I even feel envious…

Week 2 of Quarantine: too hot out of the gate

This week, I tore down the posters for all the concerts & events that we missed hosting at my restaurant since the quarantine began, including what would have been a nice rosé wine dinner last Friday.  I downed a bottle…

Week 1 of Quarantine: the end of bullying

I just spent a week doing things I never thought I'd do.  

After laying off all my employees (and myself), I filed for unemployment.  It didn't take long, and it didn't feel good.  It was a reminder of just…

No words

I have no words tonight; I just had to relay to my 30 restaurant employees that they no longer had jobs, as of today, and that they needed to file for unemployment.  Even though that's their best option, I still…

Taking hits

I got to play a show on Saturday night in Chicago.  It was a small but warm crowd, and I decided to play several of the new songs that I wrote in Colorado. I felt so happy.  I felt alive…

Who Done It

I wrote nine songs last week.  Today, I'm charting them, and I'm suddenly feeling insecure.

I noticed that some of my chord progressions sound oddly similar to the Sharon Jones records I've been listening to this month. And as…

It Wasn’t A Good Time

It wasn’t a good time to take a vacation. 

We have too much debt. The restaurant isn’t running very smoothly. The kids have been needy lately. The house is a mess. My dog is getting older. I’m behind on…

True Love

I--Emily Hurd--am going on vacation. 

Having just worked every day since Thanksgiving, this is a wee bit overdue.

A week from tonight, I'll be flying home from a tiny cabin that I rented in Estes Park.  It's right…

When Logic Fails

I like to think things through.  

 A LOT.   

Because there's a feeling of security when thought goes into something. The more we think, the more we think we understand. If we put our minds to it, we feel…

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Birthday Eve

No blog tonight; I'm celebrating the eve of my birthday w/ family.  

Keep on fighting the good fight this week. See you next Monday. -Em

New versions

When I was a kid, I knew--unequivocally--that my very favorite food was bread & butter, my favorite movie was The Great Muppet Caper, and I wanted to be just like Whitney Houston when I grew up. These were cold hard…

Expression

This week, I miss singing.  

I miss it on a visceral level. I miss the feeling of a long exhale with a tone and a word on top of it.  I miss the sound of a piano reverberating in…