We were sitting outside the church in Avarua. Everyone was in their Sunday best- the women wore coconut frond rito hats laden with flowers and the kids in the choir, white button-down shirts. We squeezed Sia into a floral frock we’d been carrying around since San Diego. Even Michael zipped the bottom legs onto his convertible pants.
I fell in love with Nora Jane Struthers in the catering room at the Winterwondergrass Music Festival in Beaver Creek, CO. I was sneaking a second plate of mac & cheese with my baby, swathed in a polar bear snowsuit, and Nora Jane swooped in and struck up a conversation.
People ask me if I miss making music now that I'm a mother. I usually respond with, "You mean, spooning with my bass player in a Best Western in Salt Lake City because there weren't enough beds for the band? Nah!
Music plays a much larger role now in our day-to-day because Sia is so much more engaged and physically independent.
Move over, Beethoven. It seems as though the creative arts were alive and well right here in Germany, 45,000 years ago.
Set off a busy street in Crete's capital city Heraklion, Stelios Peterakis greeted us into his sunlit workshop, surrounded by unfinished Bulgari bodies.
Being a musician, I thought I'd spend the first months of motherhood penning lullabies, singing "Hush Little Baby" while our newborn slept peacefully to Mozart. Well, that was a pipe dream:
Hidden away in the hills outside of Crete's capital city, Hiraklion, is a pandora's box for any aficionado of rare musical instruments.
I came across this gorgeous video of a Mongolian herder singing to his herd and had to share it.