LYRIC ART'S COLLECTIVE! Lyric Arts Collective began very simply: artists sitting around a room wanting to make live music together. Why not right? We all went to fancy art schools so let's do something about it!? We had no grand business plan. No major institution behind us. Just a group of performers, musicians, and creatives who deeply missed the feeling of making meaningful art in community. What started as conversations between friends slowly became rehearsals, then perfo

There’s something strange about being a performer in the classical world. We spend years learning rules, how to stand, how to phrase, how to breathe, how to sound “correct.” We study tradition, language, style, interpretation. We are taught to honor the music, and we should. The music deserves care. It deserves discipline and respect. But somewhere along the way, many artists quietly lose their own voice trying to fit into the shape of what they think a singer is supposed to

I am the biggest baby. I used to talk myself out of the things I loved. Big ideas. Big dreams. All possible and still, I’d find a reason not to start. Fear, perfectionism, people-pleasing, money, time. Same excuses, same result aka stuck, doubting myself, doing nothing. Perhaps I’m mean, but I’ve held myself back more than anything else ever has for myself so convince me otherwise. Some humans are dramatic, we’ll complain about not having space or time instead of just taking

Often I have found that music is pleasure. Music is healing. Music is an escape. Whenever I'd set myself up for singing a phrase, I’ve experienced great distress when it “wouldn’t go my way”. The limiting beliefs we create in our heads are not true! How we talk to ourselves and “hear” ourselves is almost a distorted cognitive demon. I think that was the lesson I had to learn. It’s not always about the pleasure but the actual discomfort of playing through your imperfections. M