Michelle Amador

"It's rarely possible in a high pace, high profile, high pressure environment, to reflect on what you're doing." This was said by renowned pastry chef Wil Goldfarb in Volume 3 of Chef's Table. He's talking about why he disappeared from…

Three short thoughts this week:

1. All the things you think you have to do vs. all the things you don't do.

2. Why is silence so powerful?

3. How is it that truly earnest expression -…

and others aren't.

Why? 

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This track features writer Genevia Wylie. I like collaborating with Genevia. We can talk about a sparse idea and she sometimes has words to lend. In this track she's also speaking her…

I'm flying in to New York City.

I'm being flown in to New York City.

I'm being flown in because I am the best person for the job. In New York City. From the 7.5 miles up in…

Sometimes I hear Spanish words as song titles. Sometimes as lyrics.

This song developed across 2003, recorded in 2004 and released in 2005 is one of those.

I didn't know the word entregar, but it came to mind…

(in 2003)

On a day's notice. It's the only time I've done that. 

"How dare I ask for more money...When someone asks you to step up, you say yes!" he roared red-faced in front of the entrance lobby…

I am lying on my back on the ground in Dave Bell’s recording studio. My elbows are crossed over my face. I am listening to the playback of this take. I am listening to Leonard Thompson’s solo. I am realizing…

You have something unique to offer. 

This is what most healthy parents tell their children.

It's true.

It's as true as your face.

I can't explain the hellfire urgency that accompanied trying to offer this uniqueness…

I’m in a car. 

For a while. 

The best thing that I can do is breathe deeply. I breathe in the most that I can. I try to breathe in to each last lung pocket. (The word crepuscular…

"Why do you want to make a CD?"

This was one of two instances (that I remember) where someone more experienced asked me a question that I didn't fully hear until years later. 

The first time was when…

The first time I sang as myself - not as part of a choir, not as an actress playing a character - I shook. Visibly. Violently.

I was looking down. Shaking. And singing. I could not lift my head…

For the first time in a long time, I'm going to communicate. Out from under the rock. Out from a space I like to go to. Out from hibernation. I'm going to make some kind of effort. Against the reverse…