Something about that magical feeling came over me as I watched Chrissy Sandman's YouTube video performing her original "Appalachia" for no one in particular. Her setting appears to be her backyard at sunset, and her voice is strong and beautiful. I think you'll like it; check her out. She's very similar to Regina Spektor, which is how I stumbled upon Chrissy's YouTube page. The birds are singing, and only a smidgen of sunset is visible through the trees behind her. It's a wonderful recording en plein air.
That's the way it is when you feel as if you have to share something with the world, even if you're not signed to a label or have a publisher or have studios knocking on your door for your latest track, opus, or script. You want to tell the world or no one in particular that you have something to say that matters; something significant. That what you have birthed is something that might indeed touch others ... if only. Chrissy's music is indeed touching, and it takes me back to a time in the Commonwealth of Virginia. I have grand memories from my time in the South.
I met the best of people during law school and miss them terribly. I wish I could see them all now, even the professors who tortured me mercilessly, but whom I still invited over to our home for bbq's and coffee and late-night chats with our law school buds. I may not be in regular touch with all of those wonderful friends, but their impact upon me will never fade.