You know those moments when you have to ask yourself, “How in the world did I get HERE?”
Such a moment came to me a few days ago sitting on a stool, as make-up was smeared across my cheeks on a creamy wedge of foam; a woman was applying lipstick to my lips as another massaged my guitar hand and insisted that I stop fidgeting…
I’m a fidgetor.
Especially when a beautiful woman is putting lipstick on my lips. She assured me that on camera no one would even know I had it on… Still I squirmed. I had not had make-up applied to my face since I was in Mumbai trying to make money as an extra in Bollywood.
This particular “what the hell” moment was brought to me courtesy of a television show called “American Coffeehouse,” a reality show about singer/songwriters. I was participating in the pilot episode, and was trying to have as much fun with the whole thing as possible.
I sat down on the stool and began to play my music for a crew of producers who looked remarkably bored and anxiously eyed the clock for the next coffee break.
BUT, Just as I began to sing, I remember things like this happen all the time in LA and when you say yes to your yes, you end up with make up and lipstick. I couldn’t help but wonder if Bob Dylan or Paul Simon ever found them-selves in a similar situation!
Soon the camera was rolling and I had to push those thoughts aside and just sing. Regardless of the outcome, I knew that at the very least the experience would get some laughs out of my friends and family, plus, I looked damned good in the make up called “caramel” (unfortunately when I licked my lips it wasn’t as sweet as the real stuff!)
I did my thing on stage and had a great time. It helped that my friend’s dad Howard Wexler (howardwexler.com) was filming the thing and got me the spot (thanks Howard!!!!).
Not sure what happens next with this show but I say YES to dreaming big!
Hope to see you at a show soon!
