norah jones is on conan right now with her "country" band, the little willies.
i thought she was what i was supposed to be living up to/thankful for in terms of her fame/competing with...same age as me, "jazz" singer, 5 grammies. yeah, well, i'm not singing country, so my bizarre competition with her is officially over.
this past week has been insane. i have been alternating between my sadness and elation because through death has come reunions with old friends and, surprisingly, gigs. i feel bad about talking shop and ultimately landing amazing gigs while at a funeral, but at the same time i know jmac would've done the same and probably is looking down at the whole situation laughing.
i'm tired of crying. it's time to start living in the celebration.