me: "do I make sense?"
my student: "sometimes."
Hi there! Thanks for visiting. My name is Tammy, and I'm a jazz
vocalist/ composer & voice teacher living in Brooklyn. I live with two roommates, grind my own coffee beans, develop a craving for green things ("oooh!!! A tree!!!"), cook sometimes, forget to eat sometimes, eat junk sometimes. I'm balanced- sometimes. Get bored of it sometimes. Fantasize about getting a dog most of the time. Lately I'm catching myself staring at people's dogs, and sometimes I make an audible "aww" when they pass by. Really awkward.
I'm a true freelancer, with all the schedule funkiness, job insecurity and freedom and fun in it. I question the legitimacy my existence every Tuesday and Friday, and usually the answer I come up with is that everything's cool and I need to chill out. Or, I freak out and send a bunch of emails. I also teach a bunch of absolutely lovely human beings how to sing. Sometimes it feels like magic. Think about it: someone can't do something, then suddenly they can. So cool.
I tend to get along better with artistic/ semi artistic types. Or nerds. Or artsy nerds.